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letra de mannequin - gtf official

[verse 1: dub-k]
i used to wake up (ah)
to the sight of a plastic d-cup
you hold me in your arms so cold
you displayed clothes from kohl’s
you taught me how to love
i taught you how to roll
i wish it was enough
in a world of cheaters
does there still exist a god above?
i know i f-cked up baby
but real life p-ssy make my d-ck go crazy (so coo-coo)
i used to think dub-k could commit
but i guess my word ain’t sh-t
cause i licked another t-t

[verse 2: dub-k]
a seductor stole my soul last night
seemed like a good idea but it only caused a fight
i did it for you babe all that money i saved
gonna take you to hawaii
now you wanna turn my d-ck to mahi-mahi (mahi-mahi)
i wish i could go back before i smoked my crack
before we hooked up in the kitchen of an outback (outback)
before i emptied my sack in a b-tch (b-tch)
who never cared about me or my family
or my dreams (my dreams)
of becoming supreme on every television screen in america
‘nother month for the player please say it’s true
but i don’t wanna be another p-ssy slayer (p-ssy slayer)
why can’t i go back?
when my homies were just that? (just that)
back to rubbin’ belly fat back to taco bell shats
back to spits caring facts back to the contracts
when i had nothing good to say
when my life was just okay
way back when way back before i was dub-k

[verse 3: reginald]
hi my name is reginald
i study presidential polls
i ain’t got a bong because
weed is for the criminals (criminals)
i ain’t poppin’ addys but
you see me poppin’ tylenol (tylenol)
b-tch you know i got it all
doctorate in dentistry but
now we getting physical (physical)
blood up in my brain
so my d-ck is barely visible (where is it?)
your girl be chilling at the mall
my b-tch work for the hospital (woop woop)
md phd burn you like an effigy
you snorting up that white powder
while my b-tch is c-mmin’ louder
my rhymes got so much radiation
boy you’re gonna need a chem shower
phd gang

[verse 4: dub-k]
but now i’m on that crack
i’m livin’ on the streets
save me from my misery
i take pics of my feet-ery
and send ‘em out illegally
it’s not much of a job
but hey it pays the fees
i get down on my knees
and i’m begging mercy please
i just need some more crack
one more fix for me
i love crack
i love crack

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