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a nut (but it actually doesn't exist version) - duckus dads lyrics

[intro: everett latte & *mowery*]
yuh
yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh (*haha, mowery*)

[verse 1: everett latte]
i’m in ducku’s moms c*nt (yuh, yuh)
yes, b*tch i’m bouta stunt (yuh, yuh)
ducku’s moms c*nt (yuh, yuh)
yes, b*tch i’m bouta stunt (yuh, yuh, aye)
ducku’ s moms c*nt (yuh, yuh)
yes, b*tch i’m bouta stunt (yuh, yuh)
bouta stunt (yuh)
bouta stunt (yuh)
bouta stunt (yuh)
yuh, yuh, yuh, aye

[interlude: everett latte]
aye, ducku
i just wanna honestly say
like, this*this whole project has been really fun to make
and, um, i*i’m gonna have s*x with your mother someday

[verse 2: everett latte]
in her c*nt, i just busted a nut (yuh, b*tch)
in her c*nt, i just busted a nut (right quick)
ducku’s moms, yeah i busted a nut
a nut
a nut
a nut
yuh, yuh, yuh
in her c*nt, i just busted a nut (no joke)
in her c*nt, i just busted a nut
a nut
a nut
a nut
a nut
a nut
swag
[verse 3: skye]
i can say swag better than you (what, what)
i can say swag better than you (what)
i have no f*ckin’ fake shoes (what)
i have no f*ckin’ fake shoes
no, f*ck
all or ride b*tch, you was cappin’ (what, you was a capper)
f*ck ducku, and your mom (mom, hoe)
i want, to drop her likе a bomb (like a bomb)
on iraq
die, twice (shе sucked my c*ck)
two times

[verse 4: doublehood]
yeah
i just nutted in her hot pocket
f*cked that b*tch, then i stole her wallet
she got stuck, she can’t get off it
and this b*tch lock jawed when she sucked it
you’re not my bro, stop asking me to gas you up
anyways, i’m busy right now f*cking ducku’s mom
we both share your mom like we worship the hammer and sickle
for me, she l!cks my d*ck like a popsicle
poggers

[verse 5: carlo de mongleaux & *mowery*]
ayo, f*ck ducku’s mom
what’s this dude?
f*cko ducko?
f*ck you mean, what’s wrong with your name p*ssy?
ah
when ducku’s mom’s dead, i’ma spit up on her grave
yeah, i got a f*cking shooter and his middle name is dave (*haha, mowery*)
i don’t give a f*cking sh*t, i will f*ck her, turn [?}
to a funeral that b*tch, then i’ll go and f*cking * *beep* *
then i tape her, f*ck yo’ momma
d*mn carlo, calm down
what the f*ck wrong with you?
f*ck wrong with you bro?
d*mn, chill bro
everett who the f*ck you got me dissin’ bro?
this kid ’bout to be on some bullsh*t right now, you feel me?
man, [gibberish]
oh sh*t i forget i meant to be rappin’
f*ck this sh*t
i’ma pull up with a stick
if you talkin’ all that sh*t
then your momma’s f*ckin’ cl*t
finna turn into a wig
when it gets wig split
i don’t really give a sh*t
b*tch, i’m ridin’ with my clique
with a 6 in the 9, i won’t snitch, i won’t snitch
yeah i give her 69, i won’t snitch, i won’t snitch
yeah, i do a 69, i won’t snitch, i won’t snitch
with yo’ momma 69, i won’t snitch, i won’t snitch, uh
glitt, yo’ momma’s p*ssy taste like skittles
yo’ f*ckin’ momma speakin’ riddles
three ways, she in the middle
my f*ckin’ d*ck, it is so little

- duckus dads lyrics

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