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letra de daddy deceased - mournteo

[intro]
bro she came in looking like a crazed maniac and gave me the whirly dirly
sh-t sounded like
f-ckin’ crazy right… b-tch

[chorus]
sl!ck back
young lil b-tch she can get that
dryin’ up her toes like a bath mat
murder that p-ssy she a house cat

(huh wait)
daddy deceased on the thighs, slip through the night and i bust in her eyes
shanty clause, i slide down in the chimney, tickle your b-tch then we cuddle, watch disney
strangle my b-lls, one two three count down mississippi
when i get litty, zip down the street and i cop me a biddie
emo goth b-tch yeah she lookin’ so pretty, but she told me that she actually fifty
bought me a ton of scotch whiskey, slurpin’ it down as i pray corpus christi
father forgive me, for all of the sins i’m boutta commityyyyyy

[verse #1]
her -ss is looking so fat, t-minus twenty up in the mud flap (on god)
forecast be nippy so drippy, all this brain got me going so witty
hot pink g-string pull it down to the panama city (woop)
suck on the t-tties, doing the double ds but she really miss piggy
i don’t complain i get jiggy, jugglin’ hoes its so tricky

they really hatin’ my name, all of these b-tches be hatin’ my name
but they’ll be screaming my name at my shows cause daddy be rippin’ beyblades (yuh)
kidnap your dad he a groupie, tattoo his face then i p-ss him the uzi
it be going like grat tat tat tat, he turn you to sushi, raw salmon fish, p-ssy like lucy (zoowee)

cookin’ up slab on the stove like… a… gypsy… b-tch (momma)
bdsm test proves i’m like (like what?) 100% switch
cross country dashing through golden gate bridge
rich, bad, st-st-stutter and twitch b-tch

gold plate all my jewelry from h&m
coughin’ you up i’ve confused you for phlegm and then

[chorus]
sl!ck back
young lil b-tch she can get that
dryin’ up her toes like a bath mat
murder that p-ssy she a house cat

[verse #2]
suckin’ the neck plantin’ all of these hickeys
gather my crew yeah they form the committee
rate -ss on a scale of one and a quickie
clappin’ the cheeks, they hear it in philly

lookin’ like paperclip you know i’m silly (uh huh)
d-ck is so small, its feeling so shrivy
exit the place with a dab and a shimmy

rebound on a fat b-tch i’m sorry
score me you might think that i’m lowry
if i like you then i’m paying your dowry
c-ckpump got me screaming so loudly (ahhhh)

[outro]
would i let her do the whirly dirly again
f-ck yeah….b-tch

- mournteo

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