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super hentai bros cypher *demo* - iwxsntinmiami lyrics

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[part i]

[verse 1: iwxsntinmiami]
straight out the r*t*rded dungeons of rap
the knife goes as deep as my banana
i never drive, ’less i’m gonna drive her to the cabana
beyond the walls of my lies, life is defined
i think of **** when i’m in that r*t*rded state of mind
she gon be peeling back my banana
my americana don’t like no dirty arcana
run up to the piano and play it like she play with my banana
in that r*t*rd of mind
what more could you ask for? the price it right!
you complain about some p*rn
i gotta love it though * somebody still gonna love me
i’m rappin’ to the rod
and i’m gonna smoke out your pod
pink, wild, wеt, that cat like dolflamingo
boy, i tell you, you’d wish you knew my lingo
i’m smoking out your pod
and i’m gonna keep rapping to thе rod
yea,yea, in that dumb state of mind
when i was young my son had an insight
he got kicked out because he didn’t have no light
i never thought i’d say that right
ain’t a soul alive that could make my son white
a crazy pixie, smoking in the south like i’m in the dixie
getting off, and i’m not talking bout my d*ck ya see(and i ain’t talking bout my d*ck ya see)
[part ii]

[verse 2:dar*t*rd]
its dar*t*rd what it do
out here boppin up with the crew
keep it chill, don’t keep it trill
thats why im dealing all these pills
sh*t’s live off 45
sippin syrup, feeling the vibes
ain’t no beast but i’m from that east
and you know n*ggas feast
hey man, say man
i’m on the rise and dripping ice
hey man, say man
say you looking like gunna but act like a stunter
talking up thots and dating g*y guys
you sound like chi but yo mama make you cry (1 2 3,go!)
so quiet you’d think me a creep
got yo man clutching his feet
thought you’s hard but you was weak
got you at gunpoint, shot don’t repeat
got yo’ blood on my cleats
crimson in a puddle, can’t hear a peep
hand it off to klutz, ugp

[verse 3: klutz]
b*tch n*gga, want war?
i don’t get it, b*tch
i won’t put no f*ckin’ hole in your fitted b*tch, yuh
run a check, let alone because i’m with it b*tch
b*tch sit, with that heat, f*ck with it, ayy (yuh)
b*tch, i’mma dump the ho and still hit the dough, ayy (yuh)
i just wanna f*ck, ayy, b*tch, i am a ho (yuh)
bans on a stroll, still keep a pole (ayy, yuh)
f*ck with my n*ggas, catch a d*ck in your throat
f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it
f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, ayy
f*ck n*gga, ayy, f*ck n*gga, ayy, f*ck n*gga, ayy, f*ck n*gga
f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it (ayy)
f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, f*ck wit’ it, ayy
f*ck n*gga, yuh, ayy (yuh)
f*ck n*gga, yuh, ayy (yuh)
f*ck n*gga, yuh (yuh)
ayy,ayy,ayy,ayy,ayy!

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