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letra de balls out freestyle - mc virgins

[intro: mc prophet]
usually takes me a little bit to find it
yes, yes
f-ck you, jake
dude, f-ck this intro
ayy, ayy, uh

[verse 1: mc prophet]
i know nun’ ’bout sports (ayy) but i got my b-lls out (what?)
so many assets that my capital size of moscow (yeah, uh)
self-made and self-employed, i never clock out (okay, okay)
and me and kudge are forever virgins, we ain’t gon’ stop now
(never had s-x)
stripes on my feet like you know that i got the tigers on (yeah, uh)
stripes on her face like that chick should’ve had the wipers on
been so many months, god d-mn (yuh, yuh), can’t even write a song (ayy)
but i know that this gonna go gold, i got my midas on (okay, okay)
hold up, i need a moment of silence

[verse 2: mc kudge]
kudge coming in hot like i’m f-cking in saunas
we the world’s worst boyband, i must be honest
i got nothing to hide, opposite drake and adonis
fans said we falling off, i guess we’re faking the comments
new b-tch, she half greek like i’m dating with giannis
your new favorite group done set the bar too low
my girl’s got a culo, my boys getting checks
man i’m at the crib watching zack and cody with my ex-b-tch
later i’ma get a tee time with my next b-tch
see if she can handle a stick and b-lls
then i’ll stick my b-lls
perfectly inside her like it’s tetris
get this, i just pulled up in a sick jag
say you don’t like us, it’s like you never heard big bag
same set, but the metal looking mismatched
all real here, man go and check the gift tag
[verse 3: mc wasian]
cum and then i go, like i’m the gas station (okay, okay)
white car, yellow interior like i’m wasian (swag)
h-lla crowds staring at me like i run a nation
multicolored b-tches, i got some dalmatians (ah, ah, ah)
b-tch with a caboose, i think she p-ssed off (big ass)
and i gotta make an excuse, because my d-ck’s soft (okay)
tryna get this weight off my chest like i was rick ross (he’s so f-cking fat)
and i’m finna waltz in this b-tch, my name is christoph

[outro: mc prophet]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
i know nun’ ’bout sports but i got my b-lls out (hey, hey, hey, hey)
i know nun’ ’bout sports but i got my b-lls out (hey, hey, hey, hey)
i know nun’ ’bout sports but i got my b-lls out (hey, hey, hey, hey)
and me and kudge are forever virgins, we ain’t gon’ stop now (hey, hey, hey, hey)

- mc virgins

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