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letra de gummy - tuberculosis twins

[intro: lil’ tizm]
f-ckin’ an octopus, got that polygrip
she usin’ dentures, with that polygrip
f-ck n-gga
sponsor us, polygrip
we need money, b-tches

[verse: lil’ tizm]
i’m on all fours, ’cause you know i wanna f-ck it (s-xual)
i’m gettin’ whooped by an applebee’s boo bucket (yeah)
pull out her meat, ’cause i really wanna suck it (g-y)
hand me his b-lls, i’ll go outside and chuck it (woo)
it’s the truth, yeah, you know i can’t lie
i can’t see out my motherf-ckin’ eye
i’m really scared, i think i’m gonna die
also f-ck n-ggers, i think i might be bi
my skin is black, they callin’ me a chimp (-monkey noises-)
pull out my phone and call my n-gga shimp (n-gga)
just like the 80s, my hair has got a crimp (yuh)
i broke my ankle, and now i got a limp (cripple)
i get the b-tches, ’cause you know i like to rizz ’em (rizz ’em)
i’m feelin’ frisky, might f-ck him down and then jizz ’em (s-m-n)
i bust her open like i’m f-ckin’ on a schism (hole)
my n-gga lunshabul, and i am lil’ tizm (doo, doo, doo)
i’m on your dad, he actin’ real chummy (-grunt-)
when he f-cks me, he wrap it up like a mummy
yeah, he eat it in the bed, he feelin’ crumby
he take his dentures out, so he can give me gummy (polygrip)
[bridge: mc lunshabul]
it’s 11.40 am, i’m drinkin’ p-ss

[verse: mc lunshabul]
b-tch, i drink gasoline like a latte (mocha)
yeah, i smashed a couple guys, no, it’s not g-y (p-n-s)
he got my booty swellin’ up, like i’m kim k (b-tch)
i’m talkin’ to a valley girl, she don’t go that way (sl-t)
what you mean, b-tch? you ain’t for the team, b-tch? (wh0re)
i saw the whole tape right on instagreem, b-tch (public domain)
that p-ssy greenish, got that shrek 3-ness (donkey)
i tied her up with fishing line just to suck my p-n-s (statutory)
latina tweaker, she gummin’ on my beans
and then i seent it, i’m lookin’ at the seams on them jeans
now why this b-tch got zipper? she a thick, big booty queen
reached my hand down and felt it, a d-ck bigger than me
so i ran out, chafin’ up my thighs with the meat
and it’s all makin’ sense why it looked so green
it was a booty hole, they makin’ c-cktails in her cheeks
with blue curacao and lemon juice, a blue-eyed martini

- tuberculosis twins

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