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letra de old spice - eat-squad

[verse 1: lemson aka power-aids]
bring her back to the crib for some cold pizza
she say my d-ck worth more than the mona lisa (cot d-mn)
lights off, start bumping some halluci-nation
if she ain’t cooperatin’ i’mma stick to m-st-rbation
finish fast, i say i’m rusty
i call her fat, she says she’s a little husky
get back in the bed, beat the p-ssy up
now she giving me head like she blowin’ kuch blunts
i’m like p-ss the sh-t, no not my d-ck
i’m talkin’ about those leaves rapped in a stick
4:20 a.m., oh heavens look at the time
c-m in her mouth now she actin’ like a mime
i’m like “b-tch don’t n-gga lip the blunt with c-m in your mouth”
she starts to shout and it all comes out
escort her out the door, put on chapstick
and all sh-t happening as i’m rapping
so i’m like…

[hook]
pick her up at the club, bring her back to crib
2 condoms on, i ain’t tryna have kids
she know what it is, snort a line of cold rice
swag on my d-ck, call it old spice
old spice
old spice
keep my b-lls fresh, call it old spice
old spice
old spice
and we gon’ be f-cking the whole night

[verse vegetarian 1, f-ck a beef, love n peace is what i bring]
so i, blaze in a maze, the daze is amaze
-zing, but how many ways or days can i face
without jackin’ jill, whether it’s just ill or the real deal
to k!ll is sill-y, but still i will

[verse 2: bbd$]
i’m about that life – nut shots and dust squats
fitteds and high-tops, kaleidoscopes and crack rocks
‘cause i’m bouncin’, whoop whoop, boutta swoop
up a cluckhead and bring her backback to the chicken coop
n-gga you know, i k!ll’t the club…………. scottish
high off that weed…………………………. oddish
d-mn, known to go ham like a r-t-rded pig
porkin will get you chopped off so keep it zipped
‘cause you know me, i keep it real like a fishing rod
boiiii go hard like he f-cking metapods
come through clean like my shiny t–th and me
come through looking clean like polished skeet
got green all day like the eagles and packers
tear a m-st-rbator in half, rip the jacker
like you f-cked with the princ-p-l, you boutta be called
n-gga we got beef all day like oswald’s dog

[verse 3: s-xual wizard]
slob on the kn-b, slob on the kn-b
dont f-ck fat b-tches can’t make the d-ck throb
smell that? f-ck yea smell of old spice (spice)
i dont give a sh-t b-tch, youre hot, whats your price (price)
d-ck in the air, b-tches sittin like a chair
reverse cow girl let me yank on your hair
you into weird sh-t? nah man not me
but if its the only way you’ll touch my d then sure
i’ll pee pee pee on ya.. im that s-xual wizard (wizard)
fl!ck of the wand, look down f-ck your mom
beat that p-ssy up, choke you out with your thong
milfs everywhere, milfs everywhere (everywhere)
i’m cool man, unless ya know they got hair
nig on this beat, potions made of potent skeet
nuts hangin’ low right down to the fee

[hook]

[verse 4: mynamescody]
eat squad b-tch, i’mma eat dat -ss
on your period ho? i’mma eat dat pad
eat your cat, til dat ish go bad
i’mma eat your mom, maybe eat your dad
old spice n—a what you kno about it
you jealous af cause i touched a t-t
i f-cked these twins, p-ssy full of lint
tweeted about them l8r, klonopin

[bridge: jeff mangum]
fresh like old spice
we never going back to the broke life

[verse 67: notatroll aka sl!ck pitino aka han yolo]

watch the champ get her p-ssy wet, call me sl!ck pitino
always wear a glove when i love her like gambino
the don, i rule like nero
b-tch s-x me, like xv i’m a hero from a zero
i’m the sh-t, take a whif like old spice
light 67 spliffs cuz you know i’m bout that life
and crush the beat daily like a fat wife
i think i need to use a pause, cat fight
flow so nasty, maggots in a d-ck hole
don’t get the reference, get lem to pm
fair warning you might get a chubby when you see them
in my prime, i minster these lands
rip to the iron female
shout out to garg, got his eyes on sh-m-l-s
#eatsquad hard as brick, waka flocka flock
f-ckin’ up the country, dolly parton on my c-ck
you’re slippin’ on the rocks, we sippin’ on ciroc
b-tches on my jock, i could be a undie model
fundies gobble scripture, me i’ll f-ck your b-tch first
only second in that category to based god
based dog, lady rub my red rocket till it take off
swerv on the daily, never take the brakes off

[verse 6: teddy westside]
l dispenser of the year, taker of all virgins
mobalizing to your b-tch’s house rocking a fresh turban
bush on the p-ssy make a n-gga feel young
and when i’m eating the -ss, a n-gga be l!cking his thumbs
hittin’ them bong rips with that b-tch claire abbott
i got inside her panties but i swear she might’ve forgot (oops)
filling b-tches with nesquick, chasing it down with this d-ck
if she doesn’t see the roofie my n-gga then she deserves it
we just some edgy mothaf-ckers with clean whips
breaking bad b-tches in half with this obscene d-ck
sending nudes to the queen, end up on bbc
“stunning young man adamantly arouses her majesty”
thirsting for emily watson, i’ll settle for amanda
but miley cyrus can get it as long as she brings a camera
so when some other dude hits it i can say i hit it first
i prolly won’t be her best but i sure as h-ll won’t be her worst

[verse 7: m’b-lls]
sometimes i morph into a hot rapper; shapelift
scribbled a hot verse, but my dog ate it
b-tch, that wasn’t my homework, why you ate it?
i’ll just smoke away the pain, got eight lit
cute girl p-ssing me by, might as well mate it
that’s what we do, we the eat squad, we on that ape sh-t
better than brick squad, check all the houses we made, b-tch
look at all the bread we made, b-tch, i baked it
i’m realer than most, you can’t fake this
this is very real, dawg, you’re not halluci-nating
went out with an elderly indian woman, that’s that old spice
met dyaz’ ex-girls, he had turned them both to dyk-s
showed them my flavor, pulled a kramer, now they into men again
a player, later i’m gon’ get double d’s on deez nuts, i measured them

[outro: kuch and algernon]
eat-squad chillin in the building
like a beach bod pinned to your ceiling
you admire us, you desire us
you wanna f-c-k and i ain’t talkin firetruck
yeah see we’re the winningest fam
rotating girls like the michelin man

- eat squad

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