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letra de sauce - lil fruit snacc

(xelas, this is trash!)

[lil fruit snacc: chorus]
just picked up your b-tch, now we whippin’ in a sh-tbox (aye, aye)
diamonds on my d-ck, they be dancin’ like its tik tok (okay)
they chasin’ a bag, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no zip-lock (d-mn)
finish with your girl and she said i had a big c-ck (what, what)
always makin’ hits, ‘n these b-tches lookin’ up to me (yes, sir)
cookin’ up the sauce, but i never need a recipe
p-ssy taste like sushi, i can really taste the sesame (aye)
jackin’ off to big booty b-tches, that is my remedy (aye, aye, aye)

[verse 1]
aye, light this sh-t up like a candle
grab my d-ck like it’s a handle
b-tch i’m rockin’ socks and sandals
no i never clеar my samples
yeah, this song is f-ckin’ garbage
need somе p-ssy, i be starvin’
bought a prostitute from target
she was cheap, call that a bargain

aye
i got a dude in my pants
it’s not g-y, lil’ b-tch, he just paid me a grand
i got no moms to f-ck, so i be f-ckin’ my hand
yeah, all my songs are the same, that sh-t be soundin’ to bland
god d-mn!
[xetonyl: verse 1]
god f-ckin’ d-mn, boyz, big 14, b-

i just f-cked a savage, and i think she was a virgin
when i put my pp in, she like, ‘d-mn, that sh-t is hurtin’
got some head behind the curtain
he be fartin’ when we twerkin’
i just f-cked her grandma’s daughter
’cause i swear that hit be workin’

but i cannot f-ck that b-tch again, i swear that she was sped
so my c-ck up on her head
she made me bounce, like i’m an egg
like carti, pp turnin’ red
i think d-ck just went dead (aye)

ya know, f-ck it, imma rip on all these b-tches
suck my d-ck, she givin’ kisses
i can’t cuff and have to miss, she eat my nut, that sh-t nutritious
and she swear to me, my s-m-n taste like some macaroni
i said, ‘shut up b-tch, hold this cup, while you come and blow me’
i like that b-tch, but i’m on to her sister
i was feelin’ on that b-tch, just rape her ass and dismiss her
smokin’ packets of swisher
she on her knees, got a blister
i bend that b-tch, just like twister
touch her daughter and kiss her (oh sh-t)
[lil fruit snacc: chorus]
just picked up your b-tch, now we whippin’ in a sh-tbox (aye, aye)
diamonds on my d-ck, they be dancin’ like its tik tok (okay)
stay chasin’ a bag, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no zip-lock (d-mn)
finish with your girl and she said i had a big c-ck (what, what)
always makin’ hits, ‘n these b-tches lookin’ up to me (yes, sir)
cookin’ up the sauce, but i never need a recipe
p-ssy taste like sushi, i can really taste the sesame (aye)
jackin’ off to big booty b-tches, that is my remedy (aye, aye, aye)

[verse 2]
okay, like sauce it up
i need a goth to f-ck
i’m tryin’ to hit it raw, and leave you thunderstruck
she got that dumper truck
she give that gluck a gluck
and with them thicc thighs, she lookin’ like donald duck
okay like pass me the mic and imma spit some g-y sh-t
i just copped the whip, feels like i’m whippin’ a sp-ceship
all this money around me, i feel like i can taste it
put me on a xelaz beat and you know imma go ape sh-t, aye!

(xelas, this is trash!)

- lil fruit snacc

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