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letra de fine dining - digbar

[chorus: digbar]
i don’t give a f-ck
slip it in his b-tt, he start quacking like a duck (quacking like a duck)
i’mma take that cake no matter what, you’re out of luck
back it, back it up just like that booty is a truck, i’m finna nut
ay, yeah, i’m finna bust (what?)
pull up in them booty shorts from walmart, that’s a must (yeah)
i feel like an all-star when i’m in that n-gga b-tt (in that n-gga b-tt)
he can’t take the d-ck, i said “round two” and he said “what?”

[verse 1: digbar & the ass blaster]
he said what? what? f-ckin’ on his b-tt
like a squirrel, i’mma open my mouth wide for them nuts
like a doctor, my d-ck all up in his stomach, in them guts
like peroxide, me and him just chillin’ in the cut (what?)
f-cked your b-tch (yeah, yeah), sucked your d-ck (yeah)
spitting on his tip (yeah), it’s dribbling down his d-ck (yeah)
i’m tryna eat a piece of his sh-t, yeah (woah)
and i’m brеaking down the mothaf-ckin’ door if i see him and i’m h-rny
if he’s hard, i f-ck him, it’s the еnd of the story
slap him if we f-ckin’ and he sucked the glizzy poorly
ain’t n0body f-cked this many dudes like this before me
i can f-ck a dude, i’ll nut until its morning
i’m recording when i suck a dude’s d-ck
i’m a throat goat, you know i make him cum quick
i’m up next in this game, yeah, you know that sh-t
calling me the g-y yeat? don’t compare me to that b-tch
ay, i be suckin’ the cum right out his d-ck
he keep f-ckin’ on my b-tt, oh my god, i think i’m gon’ sh-t
i pick him up in the hummer, we have a slumber, eating his d-ck just like it’s a cucumber
he pull away from the d-ck, he a runner
i’m shootin’ the cum out my d-ck, i’m a gunner (pow, pow)
it’s digbar and the ass blaster, he f-ckin’ me slow so i told him to f-ck me faster
slappin’ me with that d-ck on my back just like he master
i want bbc and not that british broadcaster
i told him “toot it up” because he ready for the c-ck
he keep on tickin’ my nuts and oh no, no, he’s not gon’ stop
i’m gon’ hit his b-tt from the back til’ he in shock
f-ckin’ on the bed and we not wearin’ no socks, ay
i told him “toot it up” because he ready for the c-ck
he keep on tickin’ my nuts and oh no, no, he’s not gon’ stop
i’m gon’ hit his b-tt from the back til’ he in shock
f-ckin’ on the bed and we not wearin’ no socks, ay
[chorus: digbar]
i don’t give a f-ck
slip it in his b-tt, he start quacking like a duck (quacking like a duck)
i’mma take that cake no matter what, you’re out of luck
back it, back it up just like that booty is a truck, i’m finna nut
ay, yeah, i’m finna bust (what?)
pull up in them booty shorts from walmart, that’s a must (yeah)
i feel like an all-star when i’m in that n-gga b-tt (in that n-gga b-tt)
he can’t take the d-ck, i said “round two” and he said “what?”

[verse 2: abdul cisse, the ass blaster & digbar]
he said “first things first, let’s get this straight, i’m not”
i walked up on a n-gga and i sucked all on his c-ck (what?)
without any questions, i said “no if, ands or buts”
i had a n-gga feelin’ on my pants and grabbin’ on my nuts
i said “hey, i’m feelin’ g-y” (i’m feeling g-y)
what can i say? i wanna f-ck a dude and slowly freak him wednesday
hey, i’m feelin’ g-y (i’m feelin’ g-y)
i couldn’t wait until the weekend and i’m runnin’ out of time, i gotta spray
n-gga came up to me, asked if i wanna play
i told him he could get this foot-long like we at subway
and the look of this hot dude, he got me actin’ some way
got me shootin’ all over and then i shot up all the way
hey, i’m feelin’ g-y (h-lla g-y)
me and digbar out here makin’ more hits than dr. dre
hey, i’m feelin’ g-y
he’s squirming on the ground, but i still f-ck him anyway
i shoot the s-m-n like i’m in the middle of a navy battle
on that bbc and then he pee, i ride him with no saddle
suckin’ his d-ck, it’s red delicious, but like a massive apple
bustin’ my hip, i’m gettin’ vicious the way i f-ck his assh0l-
bust on my hip, my d-ck covered by his lips
i’m finna cum the quick, the way he gawkin’ on my sh-t
i think i’mma p-ss, unleash in his iron grip
releasin’ the clip, he slip, then he take a sip
most of these motherf-ckers in this game can’t touch me
the highest on the food chain, number one top g
just like andrew tate, but i’m way more fruity
that p-ssy-ass b-tch likes women, he goofy (goofy-ass b-tch!)
and he acts like a g*nius, how smart can he be if he don’t like p-n-s? (facts)
never trust a man that says he likes cleavage (nope)
i’m on a quest to suck a lot of d-ck, now let me go complete it
i think i can help you go complete that mission
i’m the goat at suckin’ d-ck and i put n-ggas in submission
i’m gon’ throat him on the bed and y’all shut up like it’s detention
have that n-gga’s cheeks clenchin’, and also i need to mention that i ain’t straight
h-ll naw, not even a little
tryna taste the n-gga rainbow, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no skittles
man, that d-ck kinda fire, you think i can take a nibble?
two white guys piping on me, it’s that monkey in the middle (uh)
hey, i’m feelin’ g-y (i’m feelin g-y)
what can i say? i wanna f-ck a dude and slowly freak him wednesday
hey, i’m feelin’ g-y (i’m feelin’ g-y)
i couldn’t wait until the weekend and i’m runnin’ out of time, i gotta spray
can’t believe some n-ggas out here tryna get rid of g-y marriage (what?)
just the sight of a dude is enough to get me raring
got me dribblin’ all over this d-ck
like an ice cream in my hand, i gotta take a l!ck
yeah, it’s a brand new day (yup!)
h-rny as h-ll, and yet i still feel g-y (g-y)
i’m out here like a star in the sky, and i am shining
got a taste of that d-ck, yeah, we call that “fine dining”
[outro: abdul cisse]
yeah, fine dining, like a five-star meal, mwah
chef’s kiss? more like chef’s d-ck

- digbar

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