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hardest in the room - yung spinach cumshot lyrics

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[intro]
okay nolu

[chorus]
got a lot of bands but i ain’t got no b*tches
my d*ck is in my hand but that’s none of your business
worlds biggest w*nker, i’m calling out guinness
your b*tch is on her knees for me like she’s religious
ay, they call me yung spinach for a reason
i spin your block, beat my c*ck then i’m leavin’
i need my games, i eat my chicken with no season
when i get home from school, i get straight to beating
[verse 1]
the numbers mean nothing, i’m a one*hit wonder
16 mil’ on a song but i still can’t get her number
if your talkin’ all that sh*t but you still got minimum wage
i write about my d*ck, 90 bricks to my name
i’ve been working hard to expand my net worth
money coming up to expand my nеt worth
my d*ck is so small, that sh*t lighter than a feather
whеn the hoes come around i just stay still and stood there
my fortnite sk!lls are godly
her p*ssy is bald like a top g
i’m blowing up, nagasaki
i’m smoking all the plants, all the broccoli
getting stoned, not talking tomb
call me travis scott, i’m the hardest in the room
jerk off at night so i wake up at noon
muslim girls be so fine, then boom

[chorus]
got a lot of bands but i ain’t got no b*tches
my d*ck is in my hand but that’s none of your business
worlds biggest w*nker, i’m calling out guinness
your b*tch is on her knees for me like she’s religious
ay, they call me yung spinach for a reason
i spin your block, beat my c*ck then i’m leavin’
i need my games, i eat my chicken with no season
when i get home from school, i get straight to beating
[verse 2]
okay, my haters told me that i’m trash
like shut the f*ck up, my new album gon’ be gas
lil’ b*tch, you’re talkin’ all this sh*t but i know about your secret
you’re a kid sellin’ pictures of your ass
like d*mn, these hoes are really down horrendous
this is some sus activity, i can’t defend this
like d*mn, these hoes are really down terrible
i’m h*rny too sometimes but that sh*t is not comparable
(sheesh) i’m wooded up like a tree
got 97 bands, people wanna be like me
if you talkin’ sh*t i’ma take away your spleen
i’m not sure what that is but shut the f*ck up
my d*ck is so small that my condom is custom
my gang doesn’t like g*y p*rn so i don’t trust ’em
if i see a big black man then i start bustin’
my d*ck is so hairy that sh*t look just like a muslim

[chorus]
got a lot of bands but i ain’t got no b*tches
my d*ck is in my hand but that’s none of your business
worlds biggest w*nker, i’m calling out guinness
your b*tch is on her knees for me like she’s religious
ay, they call me yung spinach for a reason
i spin your block, beat my c*ck then i’m leavin’
i need my games, i eat my chicken with no season
when i get home from school, i get straight to beating

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