a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de itty bitty titty committee - ham sandwich (usa)

[intro]
yeah
ayy!
well, what do you know?
you know
what do you know?
i’m a man of very fine tastes (a very fine man)
so

[verse 1]
i need a shawty in the itty bitty titty committe (yeah)
who got them mini-milkers, f-ck on my titty (yeah)
and blow up your city (yeah), i’m serious (yessir!)
n-ggas tryna preach oppai, but i ain’t hearin’ it (nah!)
i been tryna see mo’ types of body images (yeah)
i’m lookin’ fo’ the flat kind (woo!)
maybe with a little bit of something on the backside (yessir!)
hop into the p-ssy, like a n-gga ’bout to capsize (woo)
if we’re bein’ real, i don’t care about her bap-size, ayy (yeah, yeah)
look, i just need a baddie, she ain’t—
[bridge]
(what are you talkin’ about, bro?)
ay-ay-ayy! let me cook here!
(you want a flat-chested girlfriend?)
oh my—
(bruh, you want a boyfriend, for real) (a boyfriend!)
n-ggas so scared of being called g-y, they afraid to f-ck with flat-chested b-tches, like
(bro, what the h-ll?!) (you just want a boyfriend without the d-ck, bro)
the f-ck, wrong with you? sh-t is so sad, man
(you g-y, n-gga! you g-y, bro! you g-y, n-gga!) (bro, you are a h0m-s-xual)
check this out

[verse 2]
i just need a baddie (yeah), she ain’t need to have a fatty (yeah)
just as long as i can ride it like a caddy, then i’m pullin’ up
promise, i don’t give a f-ck (nah), ’bout what they say to me (woo)
the titties could be a-b-c (woo), as long as i can lay the d (yessir!)
the size could go a to z (woo), between where i’m made to be (yessir!)
i seen you movin’ gracefully (woo), no make-believe (woo)
and if it’s on the smaller side (uh-huh), that really mean more sp-ce for me (uh-huh)
then i’ma feel the vacancy, ’cause that ain’t sh-t that you can take from me (yessir!)
ayy, so lemme pull up on a abby jones
no pretendin’, hit it both sides, like a palindrome (nope)
know we finna hit a l!ck and split a casserole (yeah)
re-up when i spin the block, it’s something when i pass and go (-sir!)
i’d rather she be flat than be full of acetone (yeah)
for me, it’s all about the shape, ’cause if that ass is toned
it doesn’t make a difference if she bust you, when her ass is thrown (hey!)
toss her a band, now she buildin’ up my manaflow (yeah)
i seen elaina need a new broom to ride on (ooh!)
just the same, i need a new boo to slide on, hey (ooh)
they know i’m f-ckin’ with them witch b-tches (yeah)
’cause they the anything you wanna, grant your wish, b-tches (uh-huh)
if we’re bein’ honest, i’ma need a witch missus (d-mn!)
ugh, am i gonna have to make a song about this?
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with a n-gga bein’ dissmissive (woo!)
i’m dunkin’ every negatives, so the diss misses (woo!)
’cause back in days i had the pot, but couldn’t p-ss in it (d-mn)
see, back in days ‘was duckin’ shots but couldn’t miss, innit? (d-mn!)
if life’s an ocean and you nothing but a fish in it (d-mn!)
you gotta get yourself a rod, or i will start to fish in it (yessir)
i treat your thottie like the air, put my fist in it (eugh!)
i treat my body with the care i threw my businesses (yeah)
i pull the glocky on an opp, he get to kissin’ it (brrah!)
he out the loop, we run him down, and that’s the gist of it
can’t get a n-gga hang if he ain’t know the visciousness (nah)
aye! get me a bad b-tch! (yessir!)
and her titties don’t need to be massive! (yessir!)
h-ll, then don’t need to be average! (please!)
i ain’t a picky eater, n-gga, i’m a savage (yeah)
danganronpa, k!ll the p-ssy, feelin’ like the blackened(uh-huh, uh-huh)
hackin’ with a white-hat (woo), i pull up on her back-end (woo)
and tap in, you lackin’ (woo), i’m all bad, that action (woo), i’m strapped in
she got the flattest of surfaces, and her ass is the curviest
’cause she actually workin’ it, uh!
they look at all i prefer and call me a pariah (d-mn)
when i know that all you n-ggas was slidin’ on zendaya (that’s true!)
hold on, i need me a nessa, super model girl
she better put a n-gga on the strecher
i ain’t stressin ’bout sh-t, huh, like i’m k!llua
kobayashi sippin’ sake, and gettin’ sloppy (yessir!)
first she was something psychic, might just call her tatsumaki (yessir!)
she kinda toxic, but don’t be shocked when i’m tryna rock with roxie (woo! woo!)
kaguya’s a no-brainer, see that fruit? a low-hanger (yeah)
n-ggas talking crazy on my discord (nah), but i ain’t never p-ssed off (nah)
’cause i know all these n-ggas getting no bangers (d-mn!)
to a hater, i feel no anger, ’cause i’m securing my position, feelin’ no danger
patiently waiting for the day that i could go major, yeah (yessir!)
[outro]
and that’s just the [?] f-ckin’ facts, n-gga
i’m really out here makin’ real money (フラット・チェスト)
rappin’ about fictional women (サーフボードー)
ts, i think i’m cool with doing this (escape to oklahoma)
i think, yeah (well, what do you know?)
i think i’d rather be doing this than a day-job, yeah
and i’m just havin’ fun with it
sh-t, i ain’t even serious yet
but don’t worry, (yeah!) it’ll get serious
soon enough

- ham sandwich usa

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS