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letra de the final gay - gay men productions

[intro: dohc, snoop g-yy]
i got g-yed
i got g-yed
men
oh my god (cries)
stop s-xually raping me at night time
(g-y men productions)

[verse 1: snoop g-yy, dohc, frosty]
woke up and got the morning wood
went to f-ck anyone, i possibly could
i went to banna’s house to f-ck him real quick
but he pulled out his 9, instead of his d-ck
so i pulled down his pants and started sucking
but he shot me in the head instead of f-cking (gunshot)
he instantly started crying like a little b-tch (crying)
than he went to hide my body in a ditch
banna started regretting what he did (crying)
because now he doesn’t have anyone to f-ck that’s not mid
so than he went on the search for what to do
because he doesn’t have a f-cking clue
so he went to the hood to get some advice (yo what’s up cuh)
but instead he got f-cked like ice spice
but the man came, he said he was nice
and he called a guy he said was precise
the guy said there was a way to see snoop g-yy
but he has to cum over by the bay
banna agreed with s-x in his mind
he went to the bay to see what to find
he found a g-y orgy that he took place in
a guy said that was a way that he could begin
the guys name was flin, he had a double chin, he also had a hot g-y motherf-cking twin
flin said in order to find snoop g-yy, he had to play a little game
he said the game was very simple
he just had to f-ck him
till he was a cripple
banna agreed to play the game
so he f-cked his ass non-stop till it was day
(im not f-cking g-y dude, banna is though)
(men, men, men)
(what we need is, frickin’ like 911)

[verse 2: snoop g-yy]
the man brought him over to a g-y witch
and he called banna a fat b-tch
he told banna that he could see me one last time
he just had to shoot all over his spine
once that was over he handed him a rod
he stuck it up his bum, and went shooting up to god
once he got there he went to look for me
when he saw that i was there he dropped to his knees
we f-cked all day, we f-cked all night
we f-cked so much it was just right
when it was time to go i handed him a paper
he said, “what was this for?” i said, “shut up raper”
he looked at it and it was a script
for a song that he would sing real quick

[outro: frosty]
i want to touch his b-lls

- gay men productions

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