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letra de quadrillion - fudge willi

i’m just like bartleby the scrivener, i don’t know
just keep that irish spring soap, a washcloth and the shower closed. when i draw, i have the preference of pen for pencil
i wasn’t smiling at you b-tch, that was coincidental
it took me all of two seconds to find this instrumental
don’t say nothing to his girl cause she in her menstrual
listeners become interested when i start to kick it
because i f-ck the track up, and it’s hard to fix it
and look i keep me hair nice, like marge the simpson
a portion of calculous some of math, and part division
my style is in your olfactory, like the farts you sniffin
im bout to feel your girl out like a parking ticket
and she had an angry beaver like dagget and norbert
and it always oozed with some type of v-g-n-l water
-ss mad fat, in fact, she’s surp-ssing the porkers
i filmed us f-cking and she smashed the recorders, yeezy style
i knew she wanted it, she gave the freaky smile
went it the room, and closed the door because we’re gonna be a while
need sixteen onions of lettuce to keep my sperm high
and when i c-m, it burns like a n-gga with a permed eye
i’m huffing sanitizer, it makes brain cells and germs die, if heaven was on my next left, i’d probably turn right
i yearn for the night where i see a quadrillion
cause there won’t be any more commercials for feeding the children
leaks in the ceiling will be a thing of the past because i’m singing to last, in bed with chelsea handler, earrings in her -ss
my middle finger up keke palmer’s tw-t, give her the longest c-ck
like an underfed stretched out chicken in a farmers spot
i’m alarming to clocks, i tell the time to your watch
and blame me when your girl comes home with bleachy white spots

you think you t-to from the jacksons, well i’m joe with the falcons
i’m fathering n-ggas, like why even bother with n-ggas
your raps make me sleepy, i nod off and slobber on n-ggas
pee in your bottle ,and nickname it water to n-ggas
i’m not a baller my n-gga, i’d rather eat some night crawlers my n-gga
i want to earn the dollars of a jolly scholar skipping to lawyer lessons in a double breasted suit with a low collar hollering at the nearest small, tall, or ugly overall wearing broad so he can maul her….. my n-gga!
i’m off limits like barack obama’s daughter
hotter than a sauna
and i teach n-ggas, nothing like the dalai lama though
you won’t see me in your house, boy, i’m like your mama’s clothes
n-ggas disappointed as i rap, like a kid when it’s time to go
she didn’t polish me w-nker, she just shined it though

- fudge willi

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