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letra de hang - lunar c

[hook]
run up on your b-tch
with my d-ck out
let my b-lls hang
let them swing round
run up on your b-tch
with my d-ck out
let my b-lls hang
let them swing round

[verse]
let my b-lls hang, all day
rod of raw ham, got your bird bouncing like a doorman
had a b-tch in the street on her knees, to be fact, the pavement
get them rips in her jeans, ain’t a fashion statement
in the street like fake banksy paintings
and prost-tutes, paid for the rendezvous, then straight to the hospital
my antibiotics, my rash flared up i need a bag of ice on it
listen slag, i’ve got this self help tape, blasting out my headphones
telling me that i’m the man, i’m laughing as i get stoned
flash her in a trench coat
my p-ssion is to expose myself to unsuspecting bystanders then i head home
drop peddling like we’re shotting off a rickshaw
get my cut and take your girl to by some new t-ts for her
before we f-ck i always make her suck my d-ck raw
head first like we’re jumping off a springboard
i spend my time f-cking, i’m not into nightclubbing
find me in the car park dry-humping a blind woman
she thinks we’re wrestling and wonders why she never wins
and why i’m always pulling my zipper down when she’s getting pinned
b-tch you know too many rappers, don’t talk to me
i’ve been spitting for years and you already know more mc’s
front row groupie, she’ll suck your d-ck if your set’s good
b-tch has had more rappers in her crib than westwood
got your girl backstage chugging straight vodka
she’s so steamy we could probably run a train on her
i w-nk ’til my face gets red like a sted head
s-x pest, texting death threats to my friend’s ex
never found it easy to behave, got kicked out of school before my gcse’s
the only test results i’ve had given to me were for a s-xually-transmitted disease
last night i met a b-tch down local, p-ssy was deeper than pitch down vocals
knew i shouldn’t have took her home, i knew the police would pull me
had to hide my weed and money, so i put my stash between her legs like i was eating p-ssy

[hook]
run up on your b-tch
with my d-ck out
let my b-lls hang
let them swing round
run up on your b-tch
with my d-ck out
let my b-lls hang
let them swing round

- lunar c

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