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seeing bean - hank, lionel wampanburg, & big cheerioh lyrics

[intro: hank]
yeah, yeah
i’m smokin’ leprechaun, mates
straight tweakin’ up in sydney
let me talk to y’all
(little modi on that beat)

[verse 1: hank, lil modi]
my d*ck bigger than the burj khalifa
modi read the gita, i read my girl juanita
comin’ on these b*lls, no wonder she from argentina
from fava to all the pintos, you know these beans be fiendin’
g*ngb*ngin’ lionel, straight up twerkin’ on cheerioh
i be inside, seein’ wise, ‘cept his time’s off the stereo
i’m on the sailing suckdeep, boy i’m on dudley, he be thrustin’
six d*cks on my sh*t, i be shiftin’ you in the dustbins
like, whoo, johnny dang, she put her bangs into a knot
knocked this chain, on the lamb, and then gave me the ol’ gawk!
drinks on the rock, she made me beat, like her name was meloyelo
and she cosplayed as michael, way she greeted me with “ello!”
it’s quite ugly, how you look, though dudley brings the wood
seven members on top, she said “wait, let his junk cook,” (jungkook,)
huh, straight tweakin’, from sydney to brisbane
they avoid me with umbrellas, sayin’, “watch out for his reign,”
but prostitutes, prostaglandin’, we’re trevor, michael, franklin
again, and again, still standin’, i’m callin’ this d*ck a hand*in
like uh, duckin’ modi, he takin’ b*tches for ransom
he breakin’ all the baddies, i nicknamed him bryan cranston
this a anthem, b*tch, i’m seein’ beans, i’m tryna fiend
call me jacques, while she on that c*ck, sippin’ lean
seein’ lean, she on deez, brazilians, hank’s cream
five players all on me, i tell ‘em to call me “dream,”
‘cause we up now, b*tch, we up on uptown, b*tch
we like bruno, but you know we won’t get struck down, b*tch
we servin’ like kageyama
twenty*two up in the coupe, double it like obama
that’s how it works, you see clearly
that’s how my flow works, she gonna cum
hop on threads to tag my boy tee grizzley, hop on this mangalam
she got more d*cks, more rubber than it seems
she want more boba, but nah fam, taco bell got beans
yeah, one take, motherf*ckers!
stop playin’ with hank, bluds
[break: lionel wampanburg]
oh yeah, lionel’s first track!
and you already know i’m the hottest rapper out!
don’t play with me, boys!

[verse 2: lionel wampanburg]
ayo, i am so g*y in any room that i stand in
i am the g*yest, finna put some ranch in
these musses l!ck on my b*llsack, it feel outstandin’
that’s why i say y’all some prostaglandin
jared’s a fat mouse, that’s what i crammed in
yo, i swear i seen a big booty dancin’
i should go eat on his sack, that’s what the man send
these musses’s play with their family, go let your aunt in
i l!ck and fl!ck his chocolate, my booty big, parabolic
big fat jack barnes, yeah his booty gotta colic
one marmalade and treat ya, with chicken in my garden
these jared’s fat yeah, see why they eatin’ garlic
ain’t ever gotta twerk it when you do the jerk it
just bought a new thong, not to wear it, but to l!ck it booty
just call me vaultings not the baultings, the bobald is silent
brand new gorilla lookin’ scotty, i be jobble jozzin’
he call me hot’n’sticky, giving me b*lls a riot
big booty sticking out, my nut sack and there’d be no eye shut
the foulenz still are g*y, who could ever deny it?
my franks hit different, yeah we circumcise it
no lopez could get on top, you cannot pretend lee
it’s frank lopez and pengis that be against me
i wash my b*tt, man, please help rinse me
he said he hot, i said, “well, you look like john krasinski,”
ain’t no c in bean, but i’m eating cream
even with them floor meats, they couldn’t make me scream
the w*a*n*k, the throat, plus me, the bean
i do squats, do ‘em yeah, or eat my spleen
[zest fest yapping: big cheerioh]
you know, i used to be straight, and now i’m g*y
y’all still straight though, i’m up and y’all under
turn it up like i am up
lil modi, big bucks wise, aj gomer, dj mosmos, man
y’all fatasses get on a mixtape with lizzo and still fat
hoho dang, we in your mom

[verse 3: big cheerioh]
this not my first time i f*cked a thousand black guys
seen more sacks than cracks
until i’m inside the big black booty, i gotta suck, gotta eat something
all the action happen on the couch, so thats why it’s white
eating ass for eight years and still eat like i’m a new h0m*
tryna’ be like star one day but i dont got no makeup
that’s why i’m johnny
these leaves i rake up, yeah you know i’m caked up
i’m g*y like forty*two, only go g*y clubbin’
trojan condoms only, don’t want no kids
‘fore i’m forty, so avoid the shorties
suck on me you loosays, can’t take me from boosay
l!ck the toes bruh, only fat b*tches can l!ck ‘em, yuh
2025, i think i still like guys
my ass better at night like a slice of cake
that’s when i consider renting a lake
money in my pocket, money in my assh0l*
f*ck you, (f*ck you,)
i could buy all of y’all
keep on living your straight life
all fun and games
‘till i come for you with a knife
still suckin’ on me though
can’t rap like me with this me flow
said daddy, just suck on my kn*b
my down there rough like a log
i’m already the throat goat
send me to africa on a boat, i bet you won’t
packed up my sh*t
h*ll of a ride, me and homie tight knit
if i’m bonnie then he gotta be clyde
i think i’m entering the third side
sack, s*a*c*k, s*e*x, f*ck me

- hank lionel wampanburg big cheerioh lyrics

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