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letra de 5$tar cypher (bbl drizzy remix) - nikowoodyear

[intro: nikowoodyear]
hoe, come eat this d-ck up, yeah
hoe, come eat this d-ck up, yeah yeah
hoe, come eat this d-ck up, yeah yeah
hoe, come eat this d-ck up, yeah yeah
i ain’t need it, i don’t know, b-tch
hoe, come eat this d-ck up, yeah yeah
hoe, come eat this d-ck up, yeah yeah
come eat this d-ck up, yeah
hoe, come eat this d-ck up, hoe come eat this d-ck up

[verse 1: nikowoodyear]
hoe, come eat this d-ck up
hoe, comе eat this d-ck up
she gag on the d-ck, shе don’t hiccup
she gag on the d-ck, hoe she spit up
[?], i f-ck on her sister
lil trixie say n-gga
yeah, lil trixie say n-gga
lil trixie say n-gga
big trixie say n-gga, she asian but she-
she asian and say n-gga
lil trixie say n-gga
lil trixie say n-gga
trixie is a real n-gga
she be saying n-gga, trixie is my n-gga
[verse 2: destin laurel]
imma run it up, get straight to the bag
don’t know if that hoe bad, cause i hit it from the back
b-tch got the best bbl in history, i know you ain’t missin’ me
got your hoe, she l!ckin’ me, i’m tryna f-ck on trixie
imma slide in a coupe, slide in that sh-t
your hoe wanna f-ck on me, not you
lil bro, i need a [?]. that’s why i don’t f-ck with you
[?], b- b-tch i’m rockin’ all that chrome
‘member days i was alone, now i kick it with your hoe
(oohh, oohh)

[bridge: skreet2x]
sh-t, i’m tweakin’, i need fentanyl, i call her wayne
b- bbl on top my b-tch, like she pop me champagne
rosay poppin’ in
mpox droppin’ in
chrome hearts, shoppin’ in
sh-t, i’m a pill poppin’ n-gga
b-tch i break the wallet, spend it all on fentanyl
put this bl!ck inside my pocket, then i crash and let it off
say he a fan then i’m gon’ spin, she rock christian but still sin
i blow fent to help my zen, crackhead b-tch, wan’ f-ck me when?
a hunnid k to keep my brick, [?] said max h-lla thick

[verse 3: dexelz]
huh, i ain’t even touchin’ it, i ain’t even tryna hump the b-tch
superb, imma crash the b-tch, imma eat it for lunch and then imma dip
i been punchin’ in, i cannot guess, i be hunchin’ it
i said i like that [?], i put my tongue in it
i’m all in that ass, not deep
[?], i told her, ‘get it s-xy, get it s-xy’
i need a bad girl, come over here and bless me
come over here and show me, pay me what you owe me
[bridge: dexelz]
uh, i just wanna flow, flow, flow
i just wanna flow, flow, flow
i just wanna flow, flow, flow
i just want that throat, throat, throat
i just want that throat, throat, throat
i just want that throat, throat-

[verse 4: lance london]
she ridin’ that d-ck like she slayin’
i’m swervin’, yeah, i’m in the lead
yeah, p-ssy ass n-ggas be feinin’
might die here over some b-tch
in the black truck, f-ck is you sayin’?
no stranger, i can’t be b-tched
f-ck is a [?]
oh, she wanna bbl? i told that b-tch get a cdl
b-tch not gon’ see me there, pull up to miami, i’ll see you ’round
seeeyuauhh

[verse 5: hydra]
come take that d-ck (come take that d-ck)
come take that perc (come take that perc)
come rub my d-ck (rub my d-ck)
one through ten, what’s yo’ pain? i need yo’ brain (need yo’ brain)
i need that sh-t (need it) come suck my d-ck (come suck it)
come suck my sh-t, ride my d-ck, like a pony
(skrt, skrt) all these stupid n-ggas so phony (stupid)
she playin’ wit my d-ck like sony
two x, yeah that mean i’m thick, like skreet
[verse 6: wayne almighty]
she wanna bbl, she said that she doesn’t get some money
hop out the van and get to runnin’
she can see out the benz and she get to cummin’
she try to dance up in my face
she must not know that her booty stink
it smell like trash, needa throw it away
smell like dead fish up in a tank

[bridge: wayne almighty]
but she gon’ dance for money, she bounce that ass like she a bunny
but she tryna f-ck on me, i told that hoe i don’t want it, yeah

[verse 7: kxndy]
lil boy is a wack ass n-gga, he a cap ass n-gga
his crew, they f-ck with some maggots
f-ck them n-ggas, yall weird ass n-ggas
they staying together like some mo’f-ckin’ f-
haha, nah, they callin’ me ugly, [?]
come here, dumbass n-ggas get swept
act like opps when they come ’round b-tches
huh, they writing some letters
i’m have a stick with 24 rounds on me, got me feeling like kobe this summer
n-gga be talkin’ too much and then we meet up, that boy turnin’ to a runner

- nikowoodyear

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