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letra de oinked it on ‘em - peppa paraj

[chorus]
sh-tted on ’em
man, i just oinked it on ’em
oinked on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em
oinked on ’em
man, i just sh-tted on ’em
oinked on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em

[verse 1]
all these pigs is my sons
and i’ma go and get some bibs for ’em
a couple formulas, little pretty lids on ’em
if i had a d-ck, i would pull it out and p-ss on ’em (pss)
let me shake it off
i just signed a couple deals, i might break you off
and we ain’t making up, i don’t need a mediator
just let them bums blow steam, radiator

[chorus]
(that was a earthquake, b-tch), oinkеd on ’em
(you felt the ground shakе, right?), man, i just oinked on ’em
(you b-tches ain’t f-cking with her), oinked on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you oinked it on ’em (you must’ve, ah)
(you must’ve lost your f-ckin’ mind), oinked on ’em
(you must’ve bumped your f-ckin’ head), man, i just oinked it on ’em
(you crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking b-tches), oinked it on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you oinked it on ’em (uh, yo, ah)
[verse 2]
this stone is flawless, f1
i keep shooters up top in the f1
a lot of bad b-tches beggin’ me to f one
but i’ma eat them rap piggys when the chef come
throw some fresh ones
more talent in my motherf-ckin’ left thumb
she ain’t a peppa fan, then the b-tch deaf, dumb
you ain’t my son, you my motherf-ckin’ step-son

[chorus]
(i don’t know what layaway look like), oinked on ’em
(b-tch, i can’t even spell “welfare”), man, i just oinked it on ’em
(you got me mistaken with your mother, ho), oinked it on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you oinked it on ’em (you b-tches at the bottom of the totem pole)
(we at the top, b-tch, she flopped), sh-tted on ’em
(louis vuitton everything, b-tch), man, i just oinked it on ’em
(gucci, we don’t f-ck with it, it’s too cheap, motherf-cker), oinked it on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you oinked it on ’em (you b-tches, ah, man)

[verse 3]
all these pigs is my sons
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout phoenix
b-tch, i get money, so i dos what i pleases
i live where the motherf-ckin’ pools and the trees is
broke b-tches so crusty (disgust me)
gave the b-tch a ride, got the continental dusty
trust me, i keep a couple hundred in the duff’-b
couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew
i’m the terminator
b-tch talk sl!ck, i’ma have to terminate her
these little nappy-headed hoes need a perminator
you my seed, i’ll spray you with the germinator (sh-sh-sh-sh-sh)
move back, bugs
matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub (ah)
if you could turn back time, cher
you used to be here, now you’re gone, nair
[chorus]
(you nappy-headed son of a b-tches), oinked it on ’em
(i’ma start throwing just for me perm at your heads), man, i just oinked it on ’em
(i’ma get the kid version), oinked it on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you oinked it on ’em (the kid version, ’cause you’re a bunch of kids)
(bunch of lil’ nappy-headed hoes runnin’ around, yeah), oinked it on ’em
(just for me), man, i just oinked on ’em
(you know it, yeah, ho, you know it), oinked it on ’em
put your number twos in the air if you oinked it on ’em (just for me perm in your head when we see you, ow)

- peppa paraj

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