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letra de anchor baby - qdeevee

baaa baaa, baba
black sheeps got shiny wool
slaughtering in the tri-state
hochul’s sentencing you to school
old pervert man in that audit class
which of my pokémon tryna gnaw?
1971 wars after the 1960s brawls
why did ye ever try to name it yandhi?
let us have this one hit, westie
been past lied, ‘that’s your bestie’
10 commandments vs. a new testie
the rap god knows my favorite snacks
that buddha flavored hilcrestie
s-xing all over our hood
that m.v. city cat, sure learned that endure
preserve that 1 hp, baby boy
you the most valuable of this p-ssy’s purr
trainer clubs on the go getting hacketh
feeding the nanab to the instinct slakoth
that federal reserve got me packeth
overseas cousins, australian magic’s blacketh
tried to brainwash on the dutch
raw papers in the clutch
the iphone chargers also get bugged
stop copping from resellers
all the tech drops are voodoo mops
framework for their assassin creed
linked all the way back to my laptop
too bad they ain’t know i hate apple
i used to collect caps from the snapple
till the costco started giving em for free
to that sunni muslim chapel
they never cared for no masjid or allah
it be me begging to take me to salah
but all of a sudden mr. uddin wanna play
that 2 rakah jummah ‘righteous’ game
where was this halal swag in 2005
mister weird-ass baba with pedo eyes
last ramadan, i remember
it was me with the treble
and you were out tryna wife up mrs. bruni
newsflash, ‘college dropout’ elder
i got no problem sending the gang, kooni
n 1st street boutta drop out of strong island
new hyde park boutta hire a new boonie
stoner meet-up at my dad’s house
let’s hotbox this old-mans coffin
throw in that lesbian washboard
we can use her to ash out the juice
grab that brainwashed vegetable
throw that manz out, he got no use
tryna run my at-home flower-ia
near my mixed-over-rice shami
just a reminder, my sorry-s-xy-baby
sanskrit roots
don’t take me for a spanish-speaking mami
champagne papi craves the cannabis fari
but the marijuana grind
that’s no hustle, straight lottery
i get the dollars in cash, pure anomaly
lifetimes of star-crossed love
but me and daddy birthed monogamy
keep that diverse stash of bouffalant
if the b-tches at work on manipulate
light that spliffy in front the main glass
and tell em they failin’ expiration dates

- qdeevee

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