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bada bing! - rob apollo lyrics

[pre*chorus]
ebt p*ssy got me f*cked up
ebt p*ssy got me f*cked up
ebt p*ssy got me f*cked up
ebt p*ssy got me f*cked up

[intro]
n*ggas tryna tell me that squirt is pee
i’m tryna tell them that pee is squirt
*what does that mean*
reverse
*what the f*ck does that mean*
reverse
[verse 1]
what will it take to get that p*ssy in my throat
i ain’t tryna be rude baby i just wanna know
here is my number, or you can leave a note
if she don’t wanna f*ck ima leave that girl alone
yea, ketamine in the tripp pants
shorty nb, little shirt with the big pants
newport, cig fan, never been a mid man
bro come in just to shoot he the six man
b*tch i go to walgreens just to steal stuff
and re*up on my addie n*ggas know that i’m the pill plug
too pretty to sell real drugs
and i’m way too skinny to be a real thug
super soaker super sayan she got dbz p*ssy
walkin’ round target smellin’ like bpd p*ssy
i ain’t gone play i like e*p*ssy
some my n*ggas g*y they don’t need p*ssy
on these insta pages and i’m losin’ to temptation
i’m h*rny young and pretty i can’t waste it
one time i made a lil mistake n f*cked on a racist
but if her head good enough i won’t say sh*t

[chorus]
she got big titties, bada bing n*gga
and that ass so fat i got a ring n*gga
bad a bing bad a bing bad a bing n*gga
she wan’ bing on my ding ding a ling n*gga
she got big titties, bada bing n*gga
and that ass so fat i got a ring n*gga
bad a bing bad a bing bad a bing n*gga
she wan’ bing on my ding ding a ling n*gga
[verse 2: baldie balboa]
need a freak that dress like she work in the bank
pull up in the ford 500 it’s a tank
red hot when i step like my shoes made of frank’s
got a text, she want to put her tongue on my taint
godd*mn, woah, godd*mn
run up on a heavyweight and get choke slammed
jewels in my mouth, n*gga look like a clam
when i scroll through the pics i’m the hidden leaf clan
scroll through the pics double tap on the tits
armed and like 5’5*6 make him jit
getting tweets off while i thumb through the cl*t
a lot of n*ggas broke and they bums they should die quick
show ’em how to get a bag they *censored beep*
i’m in the cut, dmt in the cartridge
overhand right if i jab with the left
i was sellin’ x pills that was laced with the meth, woah

- rob apollo lyrics

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