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ofoonat - poorickarto lyrics

[intro: arto & bluvercetti]
(soon as i pull and park the benz)
سه و نیم نصف شب yeah
ooooooh, oooooh

[chorus: arto]
i got ofoonat on my d-ck yeah
my wrist is slit yeah
it make me sick
i’m hurting when i f-ck you b-tch yeah
worried ’bout my children
i’m an عقیم yeah, it really seems like…
i got ofoonat on my d-ck yeah, i wanna p-ss out
when i take a p-ss, yeah
i got ofoonat on my d-ck, yeah
this making me sick
when i wanna take a p-ss yeah
i got ofoonat on my d-ck, yeah

[verse 1: ayrick]
grey 5’9, i’m not scrim
you g-y -ss, sam smith
put you on a track, i sleep
i come with the softest beat
but i spit the hardest lines
ima k!ll, ima murder all these punks
im a king, ima put the crown aside
never fall, yall n-ggas are kobe bryant, uh
such a shame they hate us, uh
mehdi with the pesos, uh
persian codeine in pockets, flexin
they think they made us, uh
got hunnid thousand toman for educating r-t-rdlo کودن, uh
north side in the hands of dopeman, selling کلوچه فومن, uh
turk or lor, f-ck your race
ima get murdered for what i say
f-ck sepehr, shoot hojat in the face
run from my thoughts, i’ve been chased
arto got عفونت on his d-ck, your mama is the cure
i’ve been in marakesh cruising, swear these lines are pure
pooyan sold his car to make sure mobin’s mom is secure
arash came to stu while, we was bumping bjork
someday i’ll be heading to karaj in pooyan’s neat pride
young arto will he perfoming sweet wrld live

[verse 2: bluvercetti]
i be pullin, pumpin, g-ssin, persian b-tch and korean engine, copped a foreigner
waiting for a girl like you, my -rs-, like british soldiers, tatcher style, i’m pourin up
sam and abe kir and marge moosh and hindi bang and then i troll you digital
f-ck it i do this sh-t often it don’t matter y’all gon say i’m not original
ya amir al momenin madadi this b-tch in my pv say she preg’ with me
say the kid is callin names and call me daddy from inside the belly already
lord forgive me gotta hit her with the stick so kid is gone
i hope forever
had kalle pache
i p–p forever
like (fart)

[outro: ayrick]
(audio clip of ayrick p-ssing)
(if young ayrick don’t trust you i’m gon’ shoot you)

- poorickarto lyrics

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