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letra de bitches on my dick - kid trunks

[excerpt from “pulp fiction”]
jules: what does m-rs-llus wallace look like?
brett: what?
jules: what country are you from?
brett: what?
jules: “what” ain’t no country i heard of. do they speak english in “what?”
brett: what?
jules: english motherf-cker do you speak it?
brett: yes
jules: then you know what i’m sayin’?
brett: yes
jules: describe what m-rs-llus wallace looks like!
brett: what?
jules: say “what” again! say “what” again! i dare ya, i double dare ya motherf-cker, say “what” one more godd-mn time!
brett: well he’s… he’s… black
jules: go on!
brett: …and he’s… he’s… bald
jules: does he look like a b-tch?!
brett: what?
-bang-
jules: yes ya did brett. ya tried ta f-ck ‘im. you ever read the bible, brett?

[intro: kid trunks]
ayy, [?]
ayy, [?]

[chorus: kid trunks]
okay, i don’t wanna f-ck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh-t go blow
diamonds on my feet, michael j tip toe
smokin’ on gas, but it ain’t cigo
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
okay, i don’t wanna f-ck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh-t go blow
diamonds on my feet, michael j tip toe
smokin’ on gas, but it ain’t cigo

[post chorus: kid trunks]
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
ayy, ayy
ya dig

[verse: kid trunks & lil wop]
i smoke great, i drove interstate
in a diamond plate, it’s ok
i know you a snake, i spray it in your face
smokin’ gas, i smokin’ all that gas, straight to my face
pour a four in my yellow fanta drink, go to sp-ce
ya dig
outer sp-ce, in a ufo with my k
my hoes ain’t straight, they all g-y
they all go both ways
pop a perc, in a daze, i can’t feel my face
off the drank, almost crashed on the interstate
that bit’ count my cake, my maid
leave your b-tch around, the wopster that b-tch gettin’ slayed
i smoke all the weed and dope
got lean, got p-ssy, got more (i got pneumonia)
off the top, my wrist stay froze
’bout time p-ssy wet no [?]
p-ssy wet like a motherf-ckin’ ocean
sippin’ lean like just motherf-ckin’ potion
all you motherf-ckers soft like lotion
takin’ lessons like a motherf-ckin’ soldier, soldier
but we know you is a poser
talkin’ that sh-t get you forty
bring your -ss out here like lotion
ya dig
ayy
i ain’t [?]
pulled up your block and we eat
get them choppas out sweep
[?]
got the draco on the scene
my n-ggas runnin’ for me
my n-ggas shootin’ for free
your b-tch got me face, my d-ck all down her throat
i beat [?] p-ssy so [?]
when i’m done with that b-tch, i call her friend and she go

[post-chorus: kid trunks]
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
your b-tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
ayy, ayy
ya dig

- kid trunks

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