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letra de stank account - bohemian grove

[intro:]
(footlong)

[verse one: dj.footlong]
footlong
in the crop i’m the cream
b-tch in my dm
i leave her on seen
b-tch in my dm
i give her my d then
i skrrt in the audi while leaving the scene
frosty boy rocking his bape and supreme
i ain’t never done wrong, what the f-ck do you mean?
stainless bars like i’m mr. clean
’cause i flow so dope, so mystically
i’m an outkast, so fresh and so clean
i’m doobiesaurus rex
when i’m getting my greens
mustache like the lorax so i speak for the trees
i make the box hot, 98 degrees
if you want extra clout, stand next to me
i got the grey poupon, the green, the cheese
whipping out the python like i’m john cleese
which b-tch you wanna pipe first?
the blonde please
she got jay-z p-ssy lips
so i dip
beat the walls loose
then she never hear from me again
cycling through the nani cause i
need it like it’s oxygen
b-tches give me headaches til i pop a pound of vicodin
pick up the phone
buzz buzz
b-tch it’s me again
n0body home?
well i’m coming round to stick it in
feeding her bone
then i’m c-mming on her, sticky b-tch
lets anybody have a go so we call her wiki-b-tch
name like a record scratch
b-tches and my d-ck
that’s a perfect match
made for one another like dj jeff and jazz
made for one another like tango and cash

[hook: dj.footlong]
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12
that’s a footlong
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12
inches in a footlong

[verse two: yung esco]
he’s got;
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
b-tches tryna f-ck, hitting him up
this sh-t seem nuts
but when you with chillin with mr. foot? yeah, you know that boy bringing out them sl-ts
everyday now i hear about a new b-tch getting slayed
(wow )
hear about a new b-tch getting played out
hear about another one f-cking for the fame now (wow) (clout)
but i can’t blame her bro (nah)
her dudes the lamest bro (ya)
and even punks like that kid know that we the flamest, hoe (on god)
he got 1-2-3-4
coming through that back door
5-6-7-8
always saying we late
b-tch, please stop playing games
you ain’t that pretty ho you’re just another plain jane
i’m so sorry to say
ooo
got the saint laurent jacket
these hoes think it’s magic
got that bape from head to toe
b-tch we look amazing
make you upset when you go out
bro you should’ve stayed in
and your girl is like a 3 bruh
huh, there is no trading
shouldn’t wanna f-ck with a man like foot (foot)
every joint we step in; the b-tches just look (look)
can’t help shaking yeah we call them hoes shook (shook)
your girl wanna leave? yeah she ready been took (took)
took like pippin that’s lord of the rings
we got that bad rep, for slaughtering tings
calling us royalty, calling us kings
f-cking em royally, crowns and things
and if you’re hating on dj footy, make sure dem eyes; they never blink
’cause they call him mr. footlong and you’re mr. half-an-inch

[verse three: dj.footlong]
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
b-tches that’s a stank account
footlong take eight b-tches
bend ’em all over
and pipe ’em down
i bust in gucci coochies
i beat it up like i’m tyson
i’m rocking the rainbow robes
that’s that f-cking tie dye son
i go hard when i come
on the track, in the sheets
so when i let my lyrics loose
it’s like i skeet on the beat
so when they turn up, getting loose, they only listen to me
so when i spit with flow spectacular
you watch my pro vernacular
the human rap machine getting head in the back of acuras
come into rap like “i guess i’ll take a stab at this”
i k!lled it
from day one i’ve been dropping the real sh-t

[outro: dj.footlong]
small hands but i got a lil uzi
young metro didn’t trust me so that b-tch tried to shoot me
24/7
up late getting groovy
got that rocket fuel gas
scorching on the astrodoobies
footlong f-cking that’s a 12 inch savage
boink ya baby silly mama once i see that she a bad b-tch
f-ck ya whole family even put it in ya dad mitch
footlong f-cking that’s a 12 inch savage
ya
12 inch savage
that’s a 12 inch savage

- bohemian grove

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