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home wrecker - digbar lyrics

[verse 1]
we about to start up the rip
i’m riding his d*ck ’til i fart on the tip
he slap on my b*tt and he pinch me
then he painting my face, leonardo da vinci
dunk his b*lls in me like dirk lewinsky

[verse 2]
so i guess he play for the mavericks
i’m riding his johnson, so i guess he’s magic
face looking good so i ain’t have to bag it
swarm to his d*ck like a motherf*cking maggot
d*mn, i love motherf*cking f*ggots
his s*m*n, he start motherf*cking blasting
i wrap his d*ck up like a burrito to keep it warm
told him “go grab some cheetos, we about to lay down, watch some p*rn”
been taking his d*ck since i was born
his d*ck is bigger than a ear of corn
or maybe cucumber
i break on his back when he invite me to the slumber
he gave me his snap, i don’t f*ck with the numbers
we hop in the bed and get under the covers
the door swung open and here comes his brother
told him to hop in, he can get it too
his d*ck is bigger than a stick of bamboo
lather nut on his back, that’s some f*cking shampoo
i’ve done that to all of the n*ggas i’ve ran through
can’t f*ck with n*ggas if they ain’t got man b00bs
mexican n*gga, he straight outta cancun
nut on his hair and it looking like cancer
basically, i am the g*yest in rapping
ain’t gon’ be long ’til i’m on your playlist
told him to hold my d*ck while i sprayed it
cum shooting all in the room and it’s looking like lotion
i like to go fast, but he f*cking me slow motion
his daddy came in when he heard the commotion
he saw me and he got wetter than the ocean
he ain’t even have no clothes on
slip to the bed, he was looking like frozone
he told me to turn on the heat so i ran down the hall, i’m trying to be cozy
then he said “no running in these halls”, so he gotta be mr. moesby
n*gga was black and he got a bald head
shot my kids at him and now they all dead
blood everywhere now we got the wall red
“d*mn, that was good”, that’s what we all said
then i had to go and leave the house
pull up my pants because my meat was out
had to hurry up and hop in the whip to meet my next n*gga and give him this tip
got to his road, he living on westwood
had to fix my shirt to make sure my br**sts good
walked up to the door and before i could knock
he stood at the door with his big, black c*ck
he look like obama but he ain’t no president
asked “who is living here”, he said he’s the only resident
gave me his d*ck and i swore it was heaven sent
taking his d*ck like some motherf*cking medicine
he was at least 6’8″
he got a full ride in mississippi state
he said he in line and that is a fact
thought he was a doctor, from how he aligning my back
d*mn it, i love me some black meat
running this track like a motherf*cking track meet
love when he real with the d*ck and he slap me
popping his back like it’s pimples and acne
digbar is always on top on the beat and in the bed
think i’m f*cking on santa ’cause i’m riding him like a sled
he s*m*n taste like some cinnamon
he k!lling my booty, i’mma call him george zimmerman
i’mma call him george zimmerman
yeah

- digbar lyrics

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