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boston marathon - wettworker lyrics

i must ask you to sit on this moustache
every single day, all i do is bust -ss
p-ssy poppin’, every single day
p-ssy poppin’ then i’m handin’ you a bus p-ss
yolandi visser said that i’m “the answer”
i eat more p-ssy than cervical cancer
knockin’ boots, sandals and moccasins
i keep that booty rockin’ like it got parkinson’s
got cheddar, not mayo, every day though i got yayo like i’m scott bayo
pullin’ out full clip, sell the street
pull down my lip have yourself a seat
always on my grind, call me tony hawk
only thing harder than my grind is my c-ck
hard as brick, thick as e. honda
give your cl-t a little rip when i slip in my anaconda
ray bans, call me fear and loathing
name brand all over my clothing
cover her in white
she lookin’ ghostly
oppisite of tight
she lookin’ g–ts-
i’ma start the party
not saint augustine
ball so hard that nothing came out of me
gettin’ plastered off blue pills and syrup
spittin’ nastier than two girls and one cup, yo
every single day, i’m hustlin’
if i’m gettin’ laid, i’m bustin’ in
i’m your dream guy
ain’t dinner but i’m feedin’ you sausage and then i’m givin’ you the creampie
when i feed i eat more than galactus
when i breed i need a p-rn actress
she can keep up, until the sun up
stick her to the ceiling, get her ready for my come up
my d-ck: equestrian
my chick: former lesbian
p——–t’s junk don’t catch s-x bugs
now get me love-drunk off them triple-x jugs
ask your lyin’ girl why my hand stink
unreliable; call me translink
i’m the awesome paragon
on this track i brought bombs in my backpack:
boston marathon

- wettworker lyrics

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