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aeiou - rob apollo lyrics

[verse 1]
i can’t go to williamsburg i never took an l
real beer boy i ain’t sippin on a selt
hoes in my cell, nudes in my dell
pull up on this french girl
hmmm je m’appelle
i think the stick gay the way its takin n*ggas out
i hate you n*ggas im as racist as the south
bnb with wifey gettin naked on the couch
the p*ssy out of order
gotta place it in the mouth
(ugh)
put it right in the mouth zone
my baby got rabies make her mouth foam
real grown man grew up with a house phone
westside n*gga never lived in one without chrome
broke the heart of my she / they
they only date girls now she gay
i’m in spotlite with a cream goon
green room gettin bj’s from the dj
she said its that time so she layed down the towel (thats disgusting)
beatin up the p*ssy and im bullyin the bowels (thats significantly more disgusting)
eeeuhhh
we doin doggystyle head turn like an owl
aeiou she only know vowels
when im in the back had to hit her with a scowl
beatin up the cat bad i think i heard it growl
ewww
[verse 2]
yea i get the messiest
i’m in north london with a charli xcx
liquor and regrets double tree messy s*x
room service checked find a 40 foot rubber
what, what
did i stutter?
churn in the milk ’til i turn her into b*tter
i’m a bad b*tch and a bad b*tch dubber
she hit me for the list but i made that b*tch pay the cover
i got drip like the gutter
i’m the type hit the function tryna holler at her mother
n*gga said he cut couldn’t get any duller
pride flag on she let me hit it ’cause i’m colored
holup
let me talk about some bread now
bread check b*tch all my best friends dead now
we ain’t doin’ back ends b*tch
send now
you would not believe the type of bread
the bank will lend now
real brand deals in my email
i could hit the farm up i bet they a send cow
i could call marinara i bet they a send rao’s
i could call adverb i bet they a send nouns
i could call the royal family i bet they a send crown
i could call the prom up i bet they a send gowns
i could call the gang up i bet they a send rounds
i could call ya girl up we could go ten rounds
n*gga

- rob apollo lyrics

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