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letra de onlyfans 2 (feat. kanye southeast) - mini ballsack

[intro – lil b-llsack and kanye southeast]

yo did you sample this sh-t from sonic and knuckles

[verse 1 – lil b-llsack]

i k!ll babies i got rabies and im gonna give you aids, see
punchin grandmas on black friday so i can get extra tvs
push my mother down the stairs because she named me f-cking stevie
i got hoes in all my dms they be suckin on my p-n-s
b-tches catfishin me pretending they
i got like 16 different dollars and i cash none of them
i got like 18 different b-tches, they all f-ck different men

snortin coke off of his man tits and im popping the molly
b-llsack unpredictable, b-tches say that i’m crazy
called my uncle f-cking slurs cause he was too f-ckin lazy

(no f-ckin’ lie man, i actually did it)

[verse 2 – mini wheat]

showed him my d-ck, and his mouth got salivary

called this girl up, asked if she was a dom

feel like pac-man the way i munch these b-lls

shakin’ up the trailer park with these dudes that i bone
[verse 3 – lil b-llsack]

beat all the fellas meat, cause you know i be a player
if you happen to be g-y, just remember i am g-yer
remember kids, don’t pay your taxes
don’t go spittin’ sh-tty raps
and if you say my rhymes are p-ss
you will get a cease and desist

[verse 4 – kanye southeast]

i nut inside your girl, she was wetter than niagra

sink all competition, like titanic hit that iceberg
cause i’m crazy, so nutty you could call me lil b-llsack
somebody try and diss me but i’m sayin’ “who the f-ck’s that?”
if i’m so sh-t at rapping where the f-ck’s your five subscribers?
b-tch was so dead after s-x i had a med team to revive her
makin’ h-lla cash, on my f-ckin’ onlyfans
this b-tch is tryna jerk me off, but she ain’t got no hands!
you could call me a matress the way these labels sleepin’ on me

(what the f-ck, man)
[verse 5 – mini wheat]

b-tches suckin’ on my p-n-s,
and i’m suckin’ on his nipples, clappin’ cheeks yeah that’s a ripple, yuh
call out yo boy sony, said we ain’t playin’ no games

[verse 6 – lil b-llsack]

bartholomew got more heat than a f-ckin’ microwave
yall are sleepin’ on my talent, yo, but b-tch i’m wide awake
sold my d-ck pics on my etsy, cause i made ’em myself
yo girl she want my lil b-llsack all because of this wealth
i keep makin’ all this bread, like a god d-mn bakery
put some seasonin’ on my d-ck, yo, my sh-t be savory

we make money like no other on that grind until we dead

- mini ballsack

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