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letra de juno - the neverending mixtape

[verse 1: stakes]
freaky lil b-tch with my name on her foot
and she wanna f-ck, i do not blame her
so i get up all in her guts
disgusting, yuck, i rearrange her
insides then i treat her like a stranger
she screaming jesus like with the manger
all of these pills coloured like power rangers
f-ck with no rubber i live for the danger
let me see you sniff that gram
then suck up this d-ck without using your hands
let me see you f-ck your friend
now let me see that again
skinny lil b-tch but the back hеlla heavy
she slurp like spaghеtti, she pretty but sketty
i know she let me come bust like confetti
me and 3k f-ck a hoe off the henny

[verse 2: eric 3k!]
i call her little caesars that b-tch hot and ready
i’m puttin them down like them votes on reddit
levi my jeans with the swords like kenny
i butcher the beat, boy i’m feeling like benny
bro got the chop or it might be the semi
double d, double d, double d, double d
on it like ed, ed and eddy
i’m f-cking this hoe in the back of the semi
[verse 3: ¡kylkenny!]
pick it up
i know a dollar gon’ make you holla
what about two though
got a habit of making these b-tches single mothers
i was the reason for juno
in between your dances hop in the two door coupe
i got you screaming my name out the sunroof
while i eat your p-ssy like prosciutto
let my swimmers race through your t–th
had that song on repeat
why you act discreet knowing you a freak
moaning when i put my mouth on your feet
f-ck you in the face, you could end a drought
make you say grace, i’ma spit in your mouth
let me tell you how it taste when i’m down south
b-tch i’m thirsty
why you think they call me kottonmouth
i’m a freaky n-gga baby

[verse 4: denver]
in the turning lane, getting brain from your dame
two hundred for the chain, threw that sh-t at johnny dang
rocking alexander w-ng, i don’t keep no pocket change
but i keep some bad b-tches in that shack outside la grange
bobbin’ on my eggbeater
coming out the vault with the ten millimeter
how my sh-t pop though, and they eat it up like ponchos
got that megaton flow, atom bomb though
heard you dropped a tape last week, but it bombed though
classified sh-t, don’t peek, it’s not time hoe
sure fire way to get turned to a john doe

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