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letra de glocc up my ass - testicle mafia

[intro: yung sander]
trap-a-holics mixtapes
yo, this a funny ass beat
this the type of sh-t that makes you wanna do that tango or some sh-t like that
but it’s alright, we still going

[chorus]
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b-tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s-x ’cause the b-tch had crabs (what the f-ck?)
inside her b-tt, had the b-lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f-ck you (h-ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b-tch)
i don’t want your b-tch, boy, she smell like p–p (what the f-ck?)
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b-tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna havе s-x ’cause the b-tch had crabs (what thе f-ck?)
inside her b-tt, had the b-lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f-ck you (h-ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b-tch)
i don’t want your b-tch, boy, she smell like p–p (what the f-ck?)
[verse 1: yung sander]
guitar be strumming but my money keep coming
these rappers out here sh-ttin’, my bars be cunnin’ (intelligent)
nikes on my feet, ho, they cost 6 bucks (what?)
but it don’t f-ckin’ matter, your b-tch still tryna f-ck (yeah)
b-tch, knuck if you buck, your b-tch is a pro when she suck
and you tryna watch, motherf-cker, you a cuck
chains on my neck, them b-tches gold as h-ll (yeah)
i just scammed my own grandma off zelle (what the f-ck?)
jaxon, stop snitching, i know your ass will tell
you an accomplice, me and you robbed that taco bell

[interlude: yung sander]
just to be clear, me and jaxon did not actually rob a taco bell (mhm, not at all)
we actually don’t like taco bell, it gives me the sh-ts (fart)
i don’t know, probably not, he’s a weirdo
i’m out this b-tch

[chorus]
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b-tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s-x ’cause the b-tch had crabs (what the f-ck?)
inside her b-tt, had the b-lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f-ck you (h-ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b-tch)
i don’t want your b-tch, boy, she smell like p–p (what the f-ck?)
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b-tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s-x ’cause the b-tch had crabs (what the f-ck?)
inside her b-tt, had the b-lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f-ck you (h-ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b-tch)
i don’t want your b-tch, boy, she smell like p–p (what the f-ck?)
[verse 2: jaebaby]
ayy
i don’t even got to think ’bout this rap
unc over kansas, you know they don’t lack, ayy (hopefully)
victor ain’t even know what this ’bout
d’s get degrees but he still failing out (college math)
late night fishing on the lake, catching trout
yeah, the water’s looking low, but my money not in drought
and i’m pulling up from glendale, yeah, they know what i’m about
beating haile at the line, never in doubt (waaaaaaa)

[chorus]
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b-tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s-x ’cause the b-tch had crabs (what the f-ck?)
inside her b-tt, had the b-lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f-ck you (h-ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b-tch)
i don’t want your b-tch, boy, she smell like p–p (what the f-ck?)
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b-tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s-x ’cause the b-tch had crabs (what the f-ck?)
inside her b-tt, had the b-lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f-ck you (h-ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b-tch)
i don’t want your b-tch, boy, she smell like p–p (what the f-ck?)
[verse 3: noawh & guacc]
i tried sticking it in, but that sh-t got stuck
i hate all these hoes, they just wanna f-ck
yeah, i might be pullin’ up sick (cough)
but now i got these b-tches and they riding on my d-ck, ayy
victor needs to be home by 10:00
hit b-tch ass can’t even pull a 10
i counted all my racks, i got 10
and my woman, she’s a 10
pullin’ up, throat raspy (mhm)
[?] your momma pass me
run it up at this track meet
i get back to the crib and i got treasure gasping (jake, ohh)

[outro: yung sander]
thank you for tuning in to this snazzy ass beat
you know, shouts out my boy:
jaxon, jake, noah, and basti
basti beats sh-t, no sweet sh-t
i’m out here, slatt
like you ain’t know

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