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fat dumb bitch - rozz dyliams lyrics

[intro: dylan ross]
f*cking pig nose floppy tit fat piece of sh*t b*tch gets no love from me!
(fat b*tch!) (fat b*tch!)

[verse 1: dylan ross]
in*between both coasts (?) as h*ll about how you wanna dress and personify yourself
your a low self esteem lover’s dream get a force fed diet of m&ms that are only green
until you got some dirty knees and you know what i mean
call your best friend over and have a tag team and by that i mean oral s*x
i gets them to undress cause i’m swinging it the best (uh!)
the way that i’m swinging the track is so fatal i give it right to you right on the kitchen table and (?)
(?) bust this on your chin, eww
bukkakе bukkake and if that b*tch is c*cky she got’ get bеat down just like a f*cking hockey puck in hockey
(?) right off of the corner to pick up another (?) jiggle up under the b*tton fly
get me a mui tai i can’t believe my eyes for once in life i’m the casanova fly guy
it’s like every time i be flipping it fast i be pulling on hair and be gripping on ass and they losing they back and attacking they ass and cervix with a d*mn baseball bat
i ain’t a gentleman and i do not gently enter your indian reservation settlement with my splinter
but i go as deep as one and nuttin’ in your eye for fun until it’s running down your mouth and chug it like you f*cking love it
i’ma get the sl*t a nugget when she want it i don’t care
as long as i’m there with a passion don’t gotta meet the parents
after the deed i kick the b*tch out the dwelling and if she start to talking sh*t i get to bruising her melon and with an open hand just like a pimp
and tell yo ass to get in the shower you smell like shrimp
with a little soy sauce in the mix and your kind only good for a d*ck l!ck and
droppin’ and poppin’ that p*ssy that’s right and i’m chopping this ‘caine up on your back b*tch with no mirrors so it’s just a bunch of bl**dy slashes
yo i go to all these f*cking hip*hop nights and its the same thing
20 whack artists with their fat b*tch baby mommas in the crowd with their demos tryna hand them out to me
b*tch take your ass to f*cking jenny craig
i don’t need your f*cking outlet store coat wearing stinky ass anywhere near me
plus, b*tch you got a weave your not even black you gotta f*cking take your ass to church or something
f*cking scientology office
f*ckin’ get*get your sh*t evaluated
f*ckin uh get what*what do ya call that um..i don’t know but f*ck all you

- rozz dyliams lyrics

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