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6 inches taller - broskeez lyrics

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[ad*lib]
[g*yvin laughs]
is that child p*
[g*yvin laughs]
ow oh no daddy chill
yo what’s wrong with g*y people?
daddy chill daddy chill
what’s wrong with g*y people?
?
kenzie say the n*word or we’re blocking you
what?

lyrics:
[verse 1: efan]
got platform shoes on
i’m a beaner but i’m not mowing your lawn
i’m 6 inches taller
don’t need a bad b*tch
gonna tell me
im a baller i know

i’m not strapped
don’t roll on me
this ain’t no function it’s a mother f*ckin pool party
got the belt know i’m repping ed hardy
late to school dumb b*tch marked me tardy
[ad*lib]
twelve year olds are g*yvin’s type
actually that’s too old for me
he likes younger girls

oh this sh*t kinda good

[verse 2: g*yvin erickson]
taller not longer
call me a b*tch got a gun in my locker
yeah thats a shocker
puffins arrеsted
no he ain’t bestad
i am thе bestest not even contested

got caught on my c*ck
so i nut in his sock
suck on my homies like a big stick of chalk

ethans so beaner got me on his weiner
got a new girlfriend so i gotta teach her
i make my boy nut like he ain’t even seen her

[ad*lib]
alex is doing this sh*t
you f*cking ni**er
i swear to f*cking god
let him cook
let him cook now
let him cook
i said let him cook

everybody type in the chat that alex is a stupid ni**er
just type that alex is a stupid ni**er
f*ck him
f*ck him

when i was nine
i got molested by a guy with down syndrome
i’m not laughing
why’d you laugh?
it’s just
that’s f*cking*

[verse 3: big red]
don’t f*ck with the broskeez
we’ll stuff 6 inches
you know we acting g*y
we be like some g*y squinches
puffins d*ck
be as lengthy as a stick
you know he likes it when
he sees some spicks
in the campground
screaming like we g*y bunnies
g*yvin’s pizza hut job
is paying good money

[ad*lib]
oh holy mother of god~ (walter white)

he ain’t busted in weeks
his b*lls feel dummy
when he busts he makes us
look like mummys
you know his cum
be tasting really yummy
make my legs shake
and it’s filling up my tummy

[ad*lib]
hey is your refrigerator running?
yes it is, is your doors unlocked?
what? why?
[beats up peter griffin]

late night with the brothas on the game
live streaming, know we got the fame
no friends? b*tch, yo man kinda lame
what’s my name? (big red)
b*tch, you best be ashamed

- broskeez lyrics

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