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letra de middle school party song (freestyle) - ftc bcw

(in female voice) “we love you richie”

-clears throat-

straight out the race
pick up the pace
you know race
paki the race
keep up my pace
ain’t takin on a date
dont gimmie hate
finna go to the cape
no i don’t vape
wait?

“ayo gimme that sh-t hunan”

my vision is blurry
my cup its a double
give d-ck in a hurry
you know i won’t fumble
im poppin these perkys you don’t know the struggle
my homie he kicked out the house he in trouble
so watch out i’ll hit you go down and you’ll crumble
yo put me on repeat, no f-ck it just shuffle
hit l!cks for your cheese and we stuff em in duffles

aye

that b-tch holding down, just steady to compete
i’m making decisions perkys or the lean
i sip till i throw up “f-ck i might be green

got the vlone on my back
my diamonds they attack
all these b-tches callin me they texting “wya?”
hoe listen
“i done f-ck wit you back then it been a minute”
whole squad cookie up you know this sh-t illicit
tweakin all day, and i’m always reminiscing
b-tch you want the d-ck? “wait in line and grab a ticket”
got yo b-tch up on my d-ck and then she spin it like a fidget
get the f-ck up off my d-ck you p-ssy imma make you quit it

uh, uh

i say
p-ss it to big c-ck wyllie in this b-tch
i just got out my lamborghini, b-tch

uh, yea

hollywood hills, b-tch

uhh

yuh

me and my bruddas

uh, uh

cruising down the street, in my ’64
boutta slap yo mom’s -ss, lil hoe

yo mom is in my bathroom

yeah, she’s sh-ttin bricks
all day, long (as) i gave her some, chipotle
she can’t stop sh-ttin her brains out, no
she sh-ttin in the toilet
i said b-tch
“you better clean up”
so i could eat your -ss, b-tch

uh, yuh

that’s what i like to see baby
lil richie on the beat hoe
(in female voice)”we love you richie”

aye, aye, aye

straight out the race
pick up the pace
you know race
paki the race
keep up my pace
ain’t takin on a date
dont gimmie hate
finna go to the cape
no i don’t vape
wait?
ftc on the track n-gga
you know how it go bit’

uh, big c-ck wyllie back on
“f-ck is goin on in here rich?”
come on now
gettin dis money
sh-t ain’t funny
momma at my house sayin “i’m home honey”
like dweer in this b-tch
drinkin up bang
comin’ from holyoke and ya’ll can’t hang
south born and raised
confederate flag
raised in the church
god hates f-gs

(fahad interlude)

- ftc bcw

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