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letra de scoter (wet walls) - the duck hunters

(intro)
yea, mmm
she want that p-n-s pie [x3]
she want my p-n-s pie

(verse 1: friend of a rapper)
coldest colbert veins, i got the goldest chain
come through creeping, b-tch you know the name
it’s sweet james and i spit it so nice
if i f-ck your b-tch once
she gon’ want to f-ck me twice aight!
what i do, that’s my own business
i’m making money now, those my own digits
i’m a freak, yes it’s true
i f-ck a grown midget
she love me so much cause my d-cks addicting
when i’m feeling sad, i make her l!ck my -ss
pulled out the tool hit her with that c-m blast
wet walls dripping, f-ck my b-lls itching
man i’m balling now
all linens (ballin) [x3]

(verse 2: peanut)
she came through with that good sheet
room smelling like budussy
i slid in that stussy
wearing just tube socks and stussy
black b-tches act so boogie
cape out, boxers coogi
i just want that ouwie
that brain that top that kufi
no d-ck in the back, you know doofy
i just smoked a lucy and i [?] so loosely
reaching out grab my b-lls, it’s luda
splash, waterfalls
all i feel, is them
wetwalls [x9]

(verse 3: clockwork)
i don’t who you playing with
sh-t that’s for them lames (ball)
i don’t know who you smoking with
fool i’m smoking crawl
eating grapes with your girl
showing her this world
later on tonight, dawg she showing me them curls
i don’t say it twice, she listen when i speak
you speak to her in codes dawg
she giggles when you reach
my name be ringing bells
your name be raising h-ll
shout out to them seniors
them walls be wet and swell
strolling down the street and guess who i see
three or four bad ones looking at me
i look to my left, i look to my right
push my gl-sses up, not a hater in sight

(outro)
oh sh-t (repeat)

- the duck hunters

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