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bbc cypher - yung p dough lyrics

[intro]
god d*mn, yung p dough made another hit for real man
respect the drip karen
aye, i’m g*y, yuh, b*tch, ouu, god d*mn

[verse 1: yung p dough]
d*ck is thinner than a stick
why the f*ck your granny so thick
that sh*t be unrealistic, ay, ay, yuh (ou)
b*tch i go no life, i be calling anime girls my wife
b*tch on my d*ck, and i’m doing it quick
and bust on her face, and i’m catchin’ a case
and i’m catchin’ a case, when i hit on her face
with my fat c*ck and it sends her to sp*ce, god d*mn
f*cking grannys all day, every night
man, that p*ssy is real tight
just hit my dad, in the head, with my bike
and i leaked obama’s ip address
oh sh*t, your b*tch gonna undress, god d*mn

[verse 2: xilo]
b*tch you is my brofi, sippin’ lean, mc codeine
all you b*tches know me, yeah, you got thе sh*t, off a cliff
i don’t even need ? to suck his d*ck
yeah you rеally wanna beat ’em like you is a cop
and now i’m gettin’ on my knees when i suck his c*ck
i am the sussy, i’m a sussy baka, f*ck you with your gun
i don’t even need to hit it, but i’ll f*ck you and your son
got your dad in my bas*m*nt, i don’t even say sh*t
if you tryna f*ck, i got a bullet for your name, b*tch
i’m the best best, b*tch you really is a b*tch ?
i may hit you motherf*ckers, motherf*ckers miss fit
i been tryna game, you got games on your phone? no?
ok, i’ma just default dance on your ass b*tch, i’m out
[verse 3: yung spinach cumshot]
holy sh*t, this song is so bad
i like playing some of that good old among us
my d*ck is way larger than big f*cking chungus
my *n*s hair is growing like a motherf*cking fungus
you already know my bank account is humongous
i’ma f*ck a girl whenever i f*cking want to
i like slurping p*ssy juice like it’s a f*cking fondue
p*ssy so wet i might need a f*cking pontoon
i only know that word exists ’cause i be playing bloons, aye

[verse 4: yung grippy]
b*tch i’ll give a sh*t if i bust in her f*cking mouth
then i’ll f*ck her hard all the way down in the south
don’t give a f*ck i’ll bust all up on her tits
then i’ll pound her cl*t into a big slimy mush
was off the molly i f*cked her mom
when i come around there it’s with the tom
this b*tch got my d*ck fruit
and she choking man these b*tches wish they had my loot
so i curb stomp them with my timb boots

[verse 5: yung codfixe]
i run back, then i jump, and hit it with my sausage
i just realized, i’ve done some critical damage
why you b*tches be so hypocritical, savage
all you peons talk sh*t, but all your b*tches average
don’t talk to me like that, you look like you’re from the zoo
i’ve been cooking up brand new bangers in the stu
bro you ugly as h*ll, but i’ll steal your momma
nah, just playin’ i’m chillin’ with my bro obama
[verse 6: lil bean]
okay, okay, okay, okay, one, two, pull up with a tool, aye
teaching b*tches how to flow and spit, i could start a school
i’m not one to pull up, throw some hands, always keep my cool
but it don’t mean that i’m always chill, b*tch i ain’t a fool
cotton candy faygo h*lla blue, sh*t look like a pool
talk sh*t and you get hit with this k, i don’t make the rules
f*ck around and cuddle with his b*tch, i might f*ck her too
pass the mic and turn up on the beat, spazzin’ in the stu, b*tch

- yung p dough lyrics

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