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giveaway - mome boys lyrics

[intro: hyper]
eskry, turn that sh*t up, man
shut up, b*tch

[verse 1: crispy]
took a pregnancy test on easter
thank god she ain’t find no eggs
got no wife, but i still rock beaters
that one went over they head

[verse 2: tranium]
choppa’ go blow
gimme’ head now
f*ckin’ a b*tch with a slit in her brow
up in the bank and they checkin’ my account
bow! bow! bow! bow!

[verse 3: hyper]
big ol’ ass, yeah it’s heavy
shake that sh*t, like it’s jelly
hold up b*tch you kinda scary
let’s be friends, matthew perry

[verse 4: suda]
maple tree (b*tch)
honey bee (baowh)
i’m boutta’ sneeze (achoo)
on my knees (brrr)
[verse 5: crispy]
took your girl on daylight savings
call that a setback
twitter took my verification
imma’ need my check back

[verse 6: chaos]
spill some sh*t on my jeans
i’m gonna need some oxiclean
bring that b***h over here
she’s gonna make sure that i gleam
like a giveaway, ain’t gonna get away
she suck so hard, i don’t know the day
b*tch you’re like the air i breathe
yo hoe i’m bout to sneeze (achoo)

[verse 7: tranium]
real quick, gotta change the hook
steppin’ on you with my big foot
you got no gains, you a baby groot
shut the f*ck up with your input

[verse 8: chaos and tranium]
on what? that p*ssy, like the gardens that sh*t bushy
i got farmers on my land, givin’ a hand to my b*tch
i got apples in my trees, like a booger they gotta pick
like some trading cards, cruise line, i got that sh*t on deck
bow! bow! bow!
[verse 9: crispy]
dj khaled, t*pain, b*tch we all win
30 rockin’, terrell davis, let the bald*win
let’s make a deal call me wayne brady
suckin’ on tits like a lil baby
she got a vice and my d*ck cheney
kissin’ the boys like i’m tom brady (what?)
hiroshima on em’, they some lil’ bombs
quick to get the order wrong, like they pemdas
ain’t f*ckin’ with p*ssy, allergic to kitty
just moved to austin, i’m runnin’ the city
she told me i’m ugly, they told me i’m pretty
don’t need a girl, i got a committee
i’m throwin’ a party, it might be a pity
suckin’ her toe, this little piggy
you keep it a 100, i keep it a 50
f*ckin’ my bro, make it a quickie

[outro: cripsy and hyper]
what the f*ck did i*
this is why i can’t freestyle, man
this is why i can’t freestyle
eskry, turn that sh*t up, man
shut up, b*tch

- mome boys lyrics

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