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letra de sexy exclusive - sexyboyz

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[verse 1: tulip]

i take honeys, i stain sheets, i just blast, yeah
i make money, i make beats, that’s just facts, yeah
boy, i make a mess like cat in the hat, yeah
p-ssy on my mind, the cat is the hat, yeah

i get socked, i don’t bang, i don’t bone, no
i get f-cked, i don’t f-ck, no pro bono
give me cash, give me that, my name frodo
get the bag and dip, no free promo

ultra international, everything factual
f-ckin’ in france, females call me samuel
your money come annual, my money come casual
this girl is a cannibal, she put it in her mandible

all my boys are s-xy, all my girls too
and if you’re ugly, b-tch, we will f-ckin’ k!ll you

[verse 2: c-nt k!lla juice]

i went straight home and i did it
i lace them up, lube the chain and then i send it
i hit triple digits, i ain’t talkin’ to no b-tch
if she a midget, got a good girl back home
she can get it
i can get it, i hit it i swear that i did it
you know that i did it, i spit it like i got a fist up in it
i pay the bill, don’t complain about the minutes
you pay the girl, then you check in with the clinic

is it the clap, herpes, syphilis?
is it somethin’ in your ass, is it my fist?
was it worth the risk? now you can never take a bumpy road
i thank your girl for that bump, bump and go

i thank god cause this beat dope
i see my mans call him cute, no h0m-
no lie, put on a show for my bro
emphasis on the no h0m-

[verse 3: mattjoneslovesyou]

s-xy exclusive
kush smoke confucius
ain’t no excuses
give me a reason why none of y’all do sh-t

this the season, i’m more than straight through it
talk to demons, they is so amusing
q’s and p’s, i believe we can do it
s-xy crew, we is true, you is clueless
fractal angles and flying angels
in fact, i’m makin’ matters solid
so we come in packed, yeah
i signed the pact, yeah

your rhymes is wack, yeah
i’m highly strapped with esoteric facts
i’m excellent at rap, i’m s-xy matter fact
the estrogen is trapped

at the location in my crack
the rotation of the crops in my bag is so fast
and the flowers are so fat
s-xy nation at my back

tulip mastering the track
we the masters of the track
matt hew david walker, facts

[verse 4: lil pesty]

clearin’ the room like i’m gassy
in the house like i’m massey
findin’ these hoes like i’m lassie
ain’t poppin’ pills, that’s some bad sh-t
come to the crib, met some bad men
light in my face, that’s a bad sit
you with the dogs in the bullpen
you ain’t get washed, y’all gon’ get dipped

in the club with the bad b-tch
with the music all blastin
six figures tryna tap it
b-tch, you’re a joker, i’m batman

[verse 5: pearlyboypalais]

m-m-marie made the choppa sing
i’m a rich boy and my momma bling
crucified like stevie king
who despised the sodomized king

put a boy with a fight off
f-ck his brains up, took the night off
sent him off like the kite off
b-tch, boy, better back off

b-tch, boy, take your momma purse
big boy, i’ma smoke the perp
big boy, get your b-tch murked
big boy in the big fur

big boy, keep your soul to work
big boy, and you’re still nervous
f-ck your b-tch, sh-t, she ain’t worth it
f-ck around in the all-curves

shawn my archer, we wet wiped
b-tch ugly and we all swiped
you can mug us and we not wiped
you can tug us and we won’t pipe

you can f-ck us and it don’t matter
f-ck with us and you get splatted
dirt over you, lil’ b-tch battered
all tattled, yeah, you all ratted

heart splatter on the kitchen counter
l!ck it up, still a pocket fatter
break the boy, yeah, we kit-kat him
break the boy, yeah, we kit-kat him

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