letra de junction - dayonikin
tomb
b-tch i’m in the cut, i don’t need a band-aid
selling organs on the black market, hand made
we cut n-ggas open, we cut n-ggas open
your b-tch in the trap, and she deep throating
hey, she gon’ stroke this d-ck, with no f-cking lotion
hey, i sip real wok, ain’t no robitussin
to the point me and my n-ggas don’t know how to function
we get to the club, and n-gga we shoot up your f-cking junction, huh
landing on n-ggas like fortnite, i ain’t talking no junk junction, huh
n-ggas in elementary walk with and 1’s, those ain’t jordans b-tch you frontin’
yuh, hey, walk in the playboy mansion, i buy hoes by the dozen, huh
they tell me my s-m-n so bussin’, yeah
all of my b-tches disgusting, huh
i be buying alcohol with fake id, mc lovin, huh
i f-ck your b-tch, shе love it, huh
mc d-ck a b-tch, she mc love it, huh
likе mj, fingerless glove it
f-ck 12 shorty i can’t cuff it, huh
but i’ll still kiss you in public, huh
but i’ll still rub it & f-ck it
b-tch i’m in the cut, i don’t need a band-aid
selling organs on the black market, hand made
we cut n-ggas open, we cut n-ggas open
your b-tch in the trap, and she deep throating
hey, she gon’ stroke this d-ck, with no f-cking lotion
hey, i sip real wok, ain’t no robitussin
to the point me and my n-ggas don’t know how to function
we get to the club, and n-gga we shoot up your f-cking junction
oh my god, oh my god
in the trap, whipping up in the pot
run up, pistol whip, but it go “grrah!”
serving to crackheads on the corner spot
ooo la la, f-cking on thots
fiending for the 5 point molly pops
bad b-tch reach too far for the glock
almost got her crackhead, white ass shot
oh, yeah
oh, yeah, woo
f-ck up the function, got hand on my tool
give a b-tch back, she know my d-ck rude
give her pipe, like a plumber
i’mma roll up on her booty
p-ssy tight, i’mma break her walls
she give me that brain, she stupid
i’m in your dreams, they lucid
i bet your ass, she giving me top in the two seat
seems like life’s a dream, or a movie
boy’s i’m about to drop at lazy lagoon-e
b-tch i’m in the cut, i don’t need a band-aid
selling organs on the black market, hand made
we cut n-ggas open, we cut n-ggas open
your b-tch in the trap, and she deep throating
hey, she gon’ stroke this d-ck, with no f-cking lotion
hey, i sip real wok, ain’t no robitussin
to the point me and my n-ggas don’t know how to function
we get to the club, and n-gga we shoot up your f-cking junction
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