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letra de shit ass hat freestyle - testicle mafia

[intro]
e-e-e-e-enrgy made this one!
dj bastion

[verse 1: jicc]
i pulled up with twists, and i’m gonna’ hit the griddy
this b-tch didn’t wanna’ f-ck, but she did for pity (t-st-cl- mafia!)
aye, i’m ridin’ round’ in the city
aye, and i got the bl!cky (ayeee)
i’ll hit her through the 69, aye, i hit her though the 69 (d-d-dj)
but i ain’t even got the time!
so i nut on her face, aye
and it’s really kinda’ lime, aye
my d-ck taste like lime (t-st-cl-! t-st-cl-!)
uh, uh, i ain’t even drop a dime
yo’ b-tch, she’s a dime
i ain’t gotta’ rhymе (waaa!)
i hit him with the griddy
i pull up, it gettin’ kinda’ sticky
uh, i hit him with the stiiizy
uh, i hit him likе i’m drizzy
cause i started from the bottom
uh, and i’m goin’ full throttle
uh, and i put him in a bottle (ar-ar-ar)
and she rub me down
whoo, whoo, b-tch, i mean we had s-x
[verse 2: jaebaby]
waaaaaaaaaa!
bouta’ drop a- (bum)
bouta drop a cheeky verse (i am a baby-waby)
pull up to the stoo’, you know that noah’s gonna’ poo
jake is in the back, and he’s sippin’ on some yak
and i can’t even finish this track, but wait-
aaa-ooo-aaa

[verse 3: guacc]
hey man, i’m just bored (huh?)
cut you with a sword (shing!)
pull out a knife
i know you all on strife
i got the crocodile head
pin down noah in the bed (yayuh!)
call me don toliver, i pull up (i pull up!)
i can’t even do a pull up (dj, dj)
jaxon really tryna’ pull my pants down? (what!?)
i’m a king i gotta’ crown
deck of cards
they’re tryna’ get me hard

[verse 4: noawh]
recording in the crib (t-st-cl-! t-st-cl-!)
jakey need a bi-ib (ee-ee)
cause he’s my baby
i hold him like a… like i’m stacey (what!?)
basti is recording
he’s… farting! (alright pause that, that’s good)
call me mike myers cause i’m inside a cat
and when i say cat, i’m talking bout’ hat
i didn’t know you were chill like that
i didn’t know you could griddy like that!
i snitch on my homies, like a rat
i can’t stand you guys, i’m sat (what!?)
[verse 5: bast1on]
yo, it’s bast1on on the beat
just kidding, he’s rapping
instead of fapping (let’s go!)
i be clappin’ ya’ b-tch
and ya’ motha’, and ya’ fatha’ (la la la!)
nah wait, i’m bouta come back like a boomerang
yo’ b-tch i bang
on her dress i left a stain
when i make beats i turn up the game (turn it up!)
i don’t belong to a gang (t-st-cl- mafia!)
i don’t have anything else to say, so ima’ just say this
if me and your b-tch were in a room- (mhm?)

- testicle mafia

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