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m.d.w. lyrics
[intro]
la, la*la*la*la
la*la*la*lah
la*la*lah
la*la*la*la
la*la*la*lah
la*la*lah
la*la*la*la
(*cough* okay)

[refrain]
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck—
m*m*my d*ck works, my d*ck works, my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck works
my d*ck—my d*ck—my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga—(my d*ck works)
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck—

[verse 1]
goes sprite for myself
i am a p*ssy and no fights in my belt
i am a p*ssy, yes, i need some help
why are the cookies so high on the shelf?
fire myself from the profession of admiring myself
this ain’t depression, just tired as h*ll
this ain’t depression, i’m just tired as h*ll
let’s make a toast to all of the people you hate just ’cause you’re close
all of the people you fake love when they’re dead
why do we do that? i guess that’s how it goes
wipe for myself
i am a p*ssy, no fights in my belt
my momma pushed me, that’s why i rebel
i like to push it, no time for my health
fire myself from the profession of admiring myself
this ain’t depression, just tired as h*ll
this ain’t depression, i’m just tired as h*ll
let’s raise a glass, to all of the people who cut ties in the past
all of the people you don’t try bringin’ back
all of the people who might die livin’ fast
[refrain]
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck—
my—(ahh)

[verse 2]
crafted my d*ck in my own image
so candy*ass n*ggas could eat it and p**p snickers
barely has a x*y function with no limits
d*ck over the next guy, f*ckin’ his hoes, b*tches
bros, sisters, till he’s raisin’ my own children
pork a b*tch, beef with a n*gga, but no chicken
when i get some money, i’m buyin’ a porsche with it
and i ain’t talkin’ cars, i’m talkin’ ’bout porch*sittin’
in suburbia payin’ my mortgages
four children—all boys—bored christmas
get ’em each a puppy so they could have more b*tches
’cause (my d*ck works, my d*ck—my—)
but if you believed it, wouldn’t have to repeat it
like, “black is beautiful, black is beautiful, black is beautiful”
see, the record ain’t half as broke as your self*esteem is
and the record ain’t half as broke as my f*ckin’ p*n*s
that’s insecurity 101
the words comin’ out your mouth, don’t believe none of ’em
the words comin’ out my mouth, hope you make fun of ’em
’cause my d*ck works, my d*ck—
[interlude]
(hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck—
m*m*my d*ck works, my d*ck works, my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck works
my d*ck—my d*ck—my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga my d*ck works
hey, li’l f*ck*n*gga, my d*ck works
my d*ck works, my d*ck—)

[outro]
you fight
and you fall
so don’t try
to be smart
just grab a pipe
or a bong
makin’ sure your life
start getting small
i miss
my mom
and she
hates this song
she’s right
or she’s wrong
either way, life
moves along
either way, life
moves along

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