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fuck my brains out - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

[ingrid smalls]
right there, right there?
right there, right there?

[royce da 5’9″]
it goes up, down, side to side
that’s how a real b-tch ride, ride
with the whole thing inside, side
(ahh, ahh) don’t be shy
boom, show you where the liquid is
blow and your lipstick smears
lick that tip that meet mine then
you might meet my liquid kids
you don’t gotta pay your physician big
and put that glaze on your glistenin chin
what? baby i’m listenin
i know what your favorite position is
i know i’ma lick that if i have to
hit it like a pack of zigzag wrappers
hit it from the back then give it back to her
in the mouth then give a b-tch a tic-tac after

[chorus: ingrid smalls]
i, wannnnt you, f-ck my brains ouuuut
i, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (mmm)
i, wannnnt you, f-ck my brains ouuuut (just like that)
i, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (yeah!)

[june]
no mistake, june the great
f-cked the most hoes at michigan state
technique should be in the textbook
love to have the ones that like to look
at their reflection, while we’re s-xin
wanna smoke while we f-ck? no question
b-tch yeah, is it cool for three?
cause two girls just don’t do it for me, i’m a beast
hit it from the back, let me grab her ankles
thumb’s in the -sshole, take the pain slow
jump back on that c-ck, keep rockin
hundred milligram pill, b-tch no stoppin
keep poppin, energy droppin
neighbors complain, say we too loud often
another world – you love it
don’t you? my favorite nasty girl

[chorus]

[interlude: man talking]
yeahhh b-tch, yeah take this sugar d-ck b-tch
take it, yeah, take this jackhammer
you ain’t know i had that jackhammer, did you?
yeah say m.i.c. b-tch, say vishis
call me vishis b-tch, yeah (vishis! m.i.c.!)

[june]
it goes up, down, once again
i f-ck and make hoes confess they sins
gotta make sure what’s ya age again
wish she had me on tape to show your friends
have a king size bed when i f-ck hoes over three times after s-x
i don’t even wanna smell your breath
my roommate peeps in
and uh (what’s happenin) we both hit that again

[royce da 5’9″]
get ’em in a rental, get ’em in a range
give a n-gg- brain; let my n-gg- watch, keep him entertained
it’s a wonderful thing
don’t you go gettin all sentimental with game, let a n-gg- bang
ride the t-tanic
most n-gg-z go from small to large, i go from wide to gigantic
let a n-gg- call in
as soon as i’m caught in, i’ma try to make a n-gg- fall in
dig a deeper hole in it when i hit it
put her on feet patrol, send her to the sto’
never let her tell a n-gg- “no”
ceiling or the flo’, you dealin with a crimin-iminal

[chorus]

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