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letra de cretacious period - sex havers

[intro]
legalize drunk driving

[verse 1: sluds]
pull up to the car dealership like ‘b-tch, gimme one’
i have two pockets in my jeans that hold fifty guns
pull up to the weed, b-tch, i smoke like fifteen blunts
you’re old as f-ck, and you eat people, like a dinosaur
pull up and i push you into a giant gorge
pull up to my grandfather, that idiot is named george
i install mods on minecraft using forge
i locate you on google earth with the gps
that b-tch give me head she’s using her t–th and neck
made so much money, got a zillion dollar check
pull out my gun and i shoot you in the leg
i go to the top of a building and m-st-rbate
i go to a gas station bathroom and m-st-rbatе
i sit in the middle of times squarе and i m-st-rbate
i go on the national news, and m-st-rbate
i go to the school and i settle the math debate
i go the park, and then i m-st-rbate
i feel like water in the sun, i evaporate
how many whips do i have? i have eight
i pull up to the function, but it doesn’t work
that b-tch is worthless to me if she doesn’t twerk
i feel like the titanic, i crash into an iceberg
i go to the iceberg, and then i m-st-rbate
[verse 2: reive]
pistol whip this b-tch right in her p-ssy
standing on a tall building, someone should push me
if they did, i would have to exact revenge
writin’ out three emails, and then i press send
it’s the gangway to hit that evil smoke
this guy ain’t nice, he is one evil bloke
crack got me high as a bird, that’s some eagle coke
make your b-tch pop, that’s how the weasel goes
did i wake you from your depression nap?
make a b-tch sad ‘cause i hit him with the depression slap
they talkin’ hit verses, b-tch, i’m collectin’ that
or those, grammar police be correctin’ that
this song is the gorbino’s quest of life
they said turn left, but i know that ain’t right
they said go straight, but i know that ain’t right
they said turn right, b-tch i know that is right

[outro: reive]
it’s on the gang
i just called your mom’s phone, that’s why it rang
swear to god that your b-tch ain’t your b-tch
swear to god that you gon’ die today
gang

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