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letra de got so much cheese call me chirag gupta - lil bodyfat

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[intro]

stop! good god, man

stop! you almost got the cheese touch

stop! good god, man

stop! you almost got the cheese touch

omni, what the f-ck?

[verse 1: lil kirby]

got this cheese on my d-ck
she l!ck it off, nasty b-tch
i got sperm on my wrist
open wide, i gotta p-ss

cookin’ up beans in the kitchen, ay
peter’s on duty, we do it submissive
lil kirby so fluffy, i got a small chick
five on his head, no abraham lincoln

yo granny, she want all this clout
i gotta p-ss, b-tch open your mouth
why erratic b-tches so motherf-ckin’ loud?
fattest f-cks in the west, not from the south
i squeeze on my nuts like some lemonade
i’ve been beating my d-ck for like seven days
i got my swag on, no flavor flav
when bill cosby is free, i’mma yell “hooray!”

[verse 2 – bigd-cksumo]

get up yo b-tch and she suck on my nuts
i got two shots and i’m ready to bust
r.i.p. gupta, he was from a book
can’t f-ck a tranny ’cause i got the cheese touch

i got a gun and i’m going to school
do the nae nae then i drown in a pool
f-ck that b-tch mol$, he’s a motherf-ckin’ tool
won’t f-ck your mom ’cause she look like a ghoul

i’m covered in drip from my head to my toe
f-ck you, b-tch, i ain’t playin’ no show
she ask for my number and i tell that b-tch no
i would go and f-ck her, but she only four

all them g-y n-ggas thinkin’ i’ll suck a d-ck
if they try to suck mine then i’m rippin’ a clip
pull down my pants but i take a fat sh-t
got my d-ck in a box, call me saint nick
[verse 3: mol$]

stop, good god, man, almost got the cheese touch
whip in the whip, lil mik touchin’ deez nuts
stick, rippin’ dip with my cl!ck and your b-tch spins
i can hide long as the eye can see, bruh

never trust a b-tch, never have my own sh-t
on god, never lackin’ on some real trap sh-t
like i’m sh-t or i’m sick or i’m grabbin’ on her tits
swear i’m dope, and your kid’s gonna help me make me rich

on jahseh onfroy though

spotlight, moonlight, come and treat a b-tch right
disregard a b-tch, like an empty bag of chips
got me trippin’ on some sh-t, shoot a kid with a glock
tick tock, on your back, counting racks once again
cannot rhyme, count to ten, eat a lime, shoot a hen

[outro]

i think i- i think i’m gonna stop right there because, like, i don’t want the cheese touch, yuh, b-tch!

stop! good god, man
stop! you almost got the cheese touch

- lil bodyfat

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