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the shit talkers - xayvo lyrics

[verse: xayvo & jo milien]
we bout to bring the sh*t talkin’ to miami, bring the toilet out
b*tch p*ssy so f*ckin’ nasty, bring some ointment now
the p*ssy like a doctor, imma just book an appointment now
the b*tch said she want some abs, i had to bring the roller out
she got a buger bun ass, i’m finna pull a toaster out
nutted on a b*tch eyes, she can see color now
the b*tch was a loop, so a n*gga had to sl*t her out
the b*tch said she want some water, had to bring the water out
she was a big b*tch, so a n*gga had to bring the dumbbells out
the b*tch red haired like a fox, i’m bringin’ knuckles out
she got a deep ass p*ssy, imma have to dig her tunnels out
i was eatin’ on doritos, now a n*gga еatin’ funyuns now
young n*gga chasin’ after m’s, bring the lettеrs out
but i’m not sweet
took a n*gga car keys, now he can’t drive
said he was a scammer
took his card, now he can’t swipe
n*gga in the streets, see some sh*t, now he can’t cry
i’ll survive a zombie apocalypse, b*tch, i can’t die
had to hit the b*tch, cause she hit me with the cat eyes
n*gga built like a ostrich, cause he can’t fly
i told jo he is not a rapper, cause he can’t rhyme
how the f*ck can i still rap when my brain fried?
hit a b*tch, she got a fat ass, a big waist size
white girl with fat ass, she got cake thighs
reppin’ [?], senior year, throwin’ gang signs
b*tch, want a train ran on, i told the gang, slide
we been down bad for a minute, told the gang, rise
b*tch, i ain’t wanna f*ck*d*mn
b*tch, i ain’t wanna f*ck back then, but i got hang time
p*ssy got me in the sky, you finna watch me hang glide
ain’t a spider, but i feel like i opened up my eighth eye
uh, i had to ask joe, where the coochie at?
doing yoga in the p*ssy, where the coochie at?
i saw two lesbians, but where yuri at?
blinded one in my eyes
so i’m asking where nick fury at?
granny don’t suck d*ck good, so i took her t**th back
couldn’t shoot him in the head, i shot him in his kneecap
jo had made the news, man, that sh*t is real sad
bout to pull a scam on a n*gga, where your phones at?
my teacher told me to stay unhoused
so where your home at?
joe saw a b*tch walking, he was like, d*mn
where your toes at?
ain’t gonna lie
he not even cappin’, i like light*skinned toes
my b*tch got green eyes, curly hair, sh*t light*skinned hoe
i’m about to eat this b*tch p*ssy, like, where the napkins go?
my n*gga strongy say
“he like a big b*tch”, where the fat b*tch go?
i wanted to eat a snack, where my sandwich go?
my b*tch muy caliente, she a spanish hoe
i feel like travis scott in the stu, making “antidote”
i had to wax my b*tch down, like, where the candles go?
i was in new york, but where julius randall go
me and joe love sh*t, talking where the pampers go?
i was trying to cheat on*ahh
i was trying to cheat on my test
where the answers go?
i can’t say—d*mn
i can’t say no anti*sh*t, cause i might get canceled, though

- xayvo lyrics

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