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lonely pornstars - lil satan lyrics

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[intro]
into the club [?] on d-ck
you with the sh-ts? let’s h-t that lick
into the club [?] on d-ck
you with the sh-ts? let’s h-t that lick
into the club [?] on d-ck
you with the sh-ts? let’s h-t that lick
-manic laughter-

[chorus]
i’m all alone
i’ll get this sh-t up on my own, don’t call my phone
i don’t like talkin’ to no hoes, b-tch, you [?]
i cannot love a f-ckin’ soul, i gotta go
go, go

[verse]
sniffin’ that white, now i’m feelin’ like jackson, uh
[?] this sh-t like i’m [?], uh
smoke in that chevy in traffic, uh
hunnid racks stuffed in the mattress, uh
i f-cked that b-tch in a car, uh
b-tch, i go harder than hard, uh
leave me alone, i’m a star
and i only go out when it’s muhf-ckin’ dark
i rather lose my life than let him walk away
pull up on this p-ssy, he a block away
extortion for yo’ children, shank him in his face
i’m a demon outta h-ll, it’s writ up in my brain
into the club [?] on d-ck
you with the sh-ts? let’s h-t that lick
i don’t got time for this sh-t, i got b-tches on b-tches
now please get the f-ck off my d-ck
stupid lil’ ho sniffin’ the c-ke
sippin’ the 4, where do you go?
get on the floor when she give me her throat
i been swimmin’ in p-ssy, i need me a boat, ugh
i ain’t got no patience, just give me my glock
i’on want yo’ friendship, i just want some top
i’on wanna k!ll, i’on wanna rob
i do it all for my mom except get a job
i was lonely on the block, i had to feed myself, ayy
‘fore you say another word, p-ssy, think yourself, ayy
i’on care about yo’ money, i’ll get it myself
please don’t flex around me ’cause i might take yo’ wealth
stupid lil’ b-tch, suck on my d-ck
then she f-ck on the clique, body a snitch
i got the .40, might hop in the whip
i don’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, you look like a b-tch
[?] the ‘vette, ho with the neck
f-ckin’ yo’ friend, then i f-ck on you next
[?] i hop in the jet
and i stay by myself, i been chasin’ a check
ayy, let it pop, let it pop, let it pop
let that n-gg- hold my glock, he get shot, he get shot
p-ssy boy up on our block, he get knocked, he get, huh
he get knocked down

[chorus]
i’m all alone
i’ll get this sh-t up on my own, don’t call my phone
i don’t like talkin’ to no hoes, b-tch, you [?]
i cannot love a f-ckin’ soul, i gotta go
gotta go

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