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letra de wet floor sign gal - sogmeister

at this point you should know about tprr
i explained it last time using mediocre bars
we made a little room, rapped with sean mcnair
then 17 shots of nut would fill the air

but there’s a side to this tale that you haven’t heard yet
and if you value your b-lls, this story may be threat
now listen to the legend of the root c-n-l
that happened all because of wet floor sign gal

listen, ass so flat its perpendicular
but that doesn’t matter cos’ i’m still d-cking her
gave my benedictory
floor so wet, pizzeria complementary

you bet she cleaned it up, warning everybody what the h-ll was up
i’m f-cking fictional robots to fill the tip cup
beating on steel like i’m friedrich alfred krupp
this ain’t admin bot, so you better not screw it up

i made the first song out of spite
but this was made in love cos’ you begged for it all night
like i was your lord above, the title fits me like a glove
can you call my ass a pigeon when i’m sending in the doves?

yeah i know this song is sh-t, but that’s what you get
when you beg for useless gifts, wet floor gal on my d-ck
ride it up and down, put this sh-t in reverse
take a look, who came up with this mothaf-cking verse?
it was me, not any of you aspirators
this ain’t pizzeria builder, no collaborators
hopping up in my song, we did it last time but now
i ain’t gonn get my spotlight stolen by the kid with unibrows

on his face and his c-ck, left sean in a ditch
when he found out, i was f-cking with his main b-tch
so he tried moving to someone new
call her wet floor gal, but i stole that hoe too, look at you

(n-gga you dumb, n-gga you stupid
he f-cked yo robot, filled up with his fluid)
i would marry her, but in this case
to humiliate you more i slapped my d-ck on her face

but one day, my parents caught on to my activities
wanted to send me to some mental facilities
thought that i was mentally insane
cause i’m f-cking so much robots they’re convinced it’s in my brain

they locked me in a rubber room, not one splattered in coom
a nasty terrible place where you can’t see anyone’s face
no sights no sounds, only walls that are padded
left me to rot, like i’m the nut room that i added

i couldn’t take it anymore but then
i realized it was all in my head, and that’s when
i went to the diner again, and pressed playback
to the spot mcnair stay at to get my payback
but took a second to appreciate
memories we had, before i would initiate
i’m about to troll, my d-ck takes control
as a whole i believe sean mcnair has no soul

thus on the way back, i went ahead and spilled water
so he slips on his b-lls, and can never make sons or daughters
i’m out from slaughter, i’m f-cking notorious
and by the end of the song, it’s me who’s gonna be victorious

i mean you really got me now
while she fingering your ass, little femboy go meow
dumb b-tch tryna f-ck with me acting all p-ssed
always pop up on the [censored] s-x offender list

holding wet floor gal by the wrist with desire
the same motherf-cker who was rapping with me prior
spilled water on the floor, so i slip and you entice her
now listen to the words that i have for sogmeister

first things first, you’re a cuck
thought you stole my b-tch, but she don’t give a f-ck
crawled back on her knees begging for you to forget her
remember that you hate me so much only cause i’m better

no debate, i’m recovering weight, my gums, mental state
two root c-n-ls, fillings and bills on my plate
it’s great, now you saying sh-t isn’t lyrical
so take an example and start praying for miracle
took a flight to thailand to cnx of mine
landed in ar, you asking for nh like the spade of nines
the number of my mags and times three for your time
that you’d take to escape from this mothaf-cking rhyme

i am serious now, cause as the rapping continues
i am driving to your house, and i’m coming to k!ll you
with an ak-47 like my name is jake paul
shoot up every single bot in this house on a call

with your grandma you thought that you’ll last generations
but barely last seconds when you’re cumming out a nation
of sperm in a condom, i don’t even need that
her expectations from you, i already exceed that

and when you’ll be cornered, it’s my pleasure
turn you into millie like a national treasure
have you buried in the nut room if i ain’t get switched on
by wet floor gal, planning with you to snitch on

me, when they caught me at the airport
the whole plan shattered, fbi escort
tie me down to the chains now i see
sogmeister slipped on the floor in tennessee

like me, now we both failed, tryna win
one paralyzed, other’s ego in the bin
so before you slip on your mistakes, for the sake of your spine
put a wet floor sign…

put a wet floor sign…
put a godd-mn wet floor sign…

- sogmeister

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