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letra de i got herpes - king labinnac

[intro: tupac shakur]
this world is such a, uhm, and when i say this world i mean it, i don’t mean in ideal sense, i mean in every day, every little thing you do. it’s such a gimme gimme gimme! everybody back off, you know everybody’s like you get taught that from school. everywhere, big business, you wanna be successful, you wanna be like trump? gimme gimme gimme! push push push push! step step step! crush crush crush!

[verse 1: king labinnac]
yeah, 40 on the toilet seat
next thing i knew i had the motherf-cking herpes on my assh0l-
but your b-tch didn’t see them man when she got the mouthful
fun with my ass using her tongue
then the time would come to stick my d-ck in her lips
you will be p-ssed when your b-tch is coming home with my dirty bl–dy gift after testing positive
from her toes to her dome, i ain’t talking covid

[pre-chorus: king labinnac]
b-tch gets sick, turn her blood cells white
hopping on my d-ck, we’s f-cking all night
with my throbbing c-ck in her mouth
pop it on in, make that p-ssy sprout
b-tch gets sick, turn her blood cells white
hopping on my d-ck, we’s f-cking all night
with my throbbing c-ck in her mouth
and i get’s her screaming out

[chorus: king labinnac]
yeah, uh huh, you know what i got
i got herpes, i got herpes, i got herpes, i got herpes
yeah, uh huh, that’s just how it be
big bumps around my mouth, man, that’s a lie
yeah, uh, huh you what i got
i got herpes, i got herpes, i got herpes, i got herpes
yeah, uh huh, that’s just how it be
big bumps around my mouth, man, that’s a lie
[verse 2: king labinnac]
why the f-ck these b-tches still want me knowing i got hiv?
in my motherf-cking blood stream, it burns when i pee
passenger seat, that’s where i be
tryna hit up tlc, spice girls, where you at?
i’m tryna get a piece of that, when it’s time to wine and dine
salt and pepper never looked so fine
table for three, feeding four off of me
passcode sores, two rogue wh0res
you don’t need no ointment, no need to vent
don’t pretend to not give a cent when you saw the pimple pus
on my accent, that was back then
now you got a person, i’m a fragment
b-tch, that’s a compliment
no need to document
we could get along if you hop up on my dong
hit it like a bong, come on girls, sing along

- king labinnac

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