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letra de stinkee - glitch gum

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m a stinky little dude
i don’t even clean my room
i’m a stinky little dude
i keep my mouth open when i’m chewing my food
i’m a stinky little dude
i don’t even clean my room
i’m a stinky little dude
i keep my mouth open when i’m chewing my food

[verse 1]
keep my mouth open
make your girl disappear, hocus-pocus
i’m on the film, no focus
and i’m on a horse, no trojan
gotta stay six feet away from my horse
i’m paranoid when i cough and my voice gets ho-rs-
look at me, i’m sitting on the porch
and i’m making beats, i feel like scott storch
i was dropped on the door by a stork (by a stork)
i was never born
my stummy hurts, food gang got me sore
glitch gum, food gang, the fantastic four
with smelly pores

[verse 2: 205billy]
i don’t wanna clean my room, floor covered in bands
help out all my fans, but i never wash my hands
pull up on a horse like i’m in the badlands
tummy hurt but i’m still food gang so i eat so i expand
i’m the type of guy who will never take a shower
for five days, or five hours
everything about me sour
mad at me, because i’m a stinky critter
if you mess with my boy glitch we’ll lock you out like babysitter
ride the beat like a horse so consistently
205 mixed with glitch there ain’t no missing link
and we stink, so toxic like britney
guess that’s why we have to socialize distantly
food gang

[chorus]
i’m a stinky little dude
i don’t even clean my room
i’m a stinky little dude
i keep my mouth open when i’m chewing my food
i’m a stinky little dude
i don’t even clean my room (it’s young jart)
i’m a stinky little dude (let me tell how it is, alright?)
i keep my mouth open when i’m chewing my food

[verse 3: jart]
don’t wash my hands, i’m too sick
food in my t–th but i don’t need toothpick
ain’t changed clothes in six days
been cooking up heat and i’m picking up pace
don’t wash hands i’m too sick
lost my brain in the drain, too lit
ain’t changed clothes in ten days
i can smell my feet, but i gotta run the race
jart be pulling up too fast
credit card scammin’, i miss my class
stank like high school gym class
but the high school haters can kiss my – whoa
you know i sip on gatorade
root beer float and i get good grades
jart got stank like gym class
high school babies you can kiss my – whoa

[verse 4: jaws]
livin’ in the foreign
yeah the smell of me is horrid
but your girlfriend always tellin’ me how glitch gum is euphoric
look bro, how you do that
make my wifey wanna kick back
billy hoppin’ on the track he broke his flow just like a kit kat
cruisin’ in my race car, yeah i’m swervin’ on ’em
[?] is for escape i’m eco-boosting on ’em
stop trying to hype this up
you know this super groove is tough
stop trying to say we’re nice or what
because we know we’re blowin’ up
(glitch gum)

[outro]
uh oh, stinky, p–p, hahahaha
p–pies, funny p–pies, alalalalala, hahaha

- glitch gum

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