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excuse me - queefius the queef god lyrics

[verse: queefius the queef god & rezxrekt]
excuse me, get out my way, boy i’m shook
from this motherf*cker man, he f*cking took
like all of my chances, now i might just look
so, i got the knowledge read him like a book
like, i got the knowledge read him like a clarinet
could’ve said riley reid him up, but better yet
hide my true*self, but i don’t need that betternet
only use that to watch p*rn on the internet
’cause i hate those ads, f*ck the viruses
b*tch, i would rather rip out my irisеs
k!ll la k!ll yourself, but i don’t play sirius
that anime got my d*ck acting curious
not like thе monkey, ’cause my d*ck be swinging and hanging, might be just like the noose i be knitting
rip kamina, still got my t**th gritting
hi mimi, you a spider, but itsy bitsy
itsy bitsy, i hustle like nipsey
took more shots, now i’m feeling dizzy
said that you better, but you are not really
i keep a clip, i got opps in my city
i need like 2 thick thots
had me like 3, 4 shots
need me a beam, red dots
my pockets fat, rick ross
switch up the flow, b*tch i need more sauce, uh
wet up your block, ‘cause i stay with a mop
extended clip is attached to the glock
and i shoot these shots, so it’s boutta’ get hot
a mi no me importa di lo que digas
tú nomás hablas cuando es en el día
i got a whip and it’s fast, like a cheetah
my money stripped, and it looking like zebras, b*tch
[bridge: shinkukami]
big racks, yellow bands
feeling like a taliban
sending shots, at your man
pull up on you, whats the plan?
all my n*ggas k!ll the klan
give ‘em death, i scream again
your mixtape’s not feeling them
all my plugs are mexican

[outro: ysnsilky & shinkukami]
n*ggas act real [?]
choosing the back, so it stank
i’ll never sell my soul for the fame
[?] filled with these lames
yeah, you know i’m popping up at the court
[?] ride in a sport
see you at kids choice awards
don’t check his hand he got warts
on the wave like a durag
n*ggas asking how i do that
n*gga calling for his girl back
[?]
hit a [?] like i’m [?]
got a shotgun, i call her betsy
what the f*ck was this last verse?
oh my god, put you in a he*rs*

- queefius the queef god lyrics

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