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down him - quacee lyrics

[chorus]
i catch that boy and i down him
b*tches be softer than downy
p*ssy boy, why would you try it?
i done hit her from the back, and she wild’n
i done came up from the silence
you know my* be silent
and the pistol stay beside me
wrap that boy up, like salami

[verse 1]
i k!ll that b*tch if she lie to me
look at my wrist, and now she want a lotta me
lookin’ like i hit the lottery
i swear to god, i’m a motherf*ckin’ prodigy
i f*cked that b*tch last night, and she got her cum all over my prada jeans
i know my momma be proud of me
i know my momma be proud of me

[chorus]
i catch that boy and i down him
b*tches be softer than downy
p*ssy boy, why would you try it?
i done hit hеr from the back, and she wild’n
i done camе up from the silence
you know my* be silent
and the pistol stay beside me
wrap that boy up, like salami
[verse 2]
i f*cked that b*tch, she was cryin’
i asked the b*tch, “why you cryin’?”
i ate the b*tch, she stop cryin’
she said she feel like she dyin’
she said she feel like she
huh, this one of her fantasies
i’m goin’ insanity
i jus’ popped a xanity

- quacee lyrics

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