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letra de still fly - wright brothers

[verse 1: richard wright]
she still got her wisdom t–th
i get that brain from her mouth
she’s got that cornbread p-ssy
from da-da-down south
she gets here in a jiffy
when i ask her to c-m
yeah, she gives me a stiffy
and her mom gives me gum
girl grind that p-ssy on me
first you got to skate it
my d-ck is the half-pipe
but half is understated
you girls need a helmet
don’t forget to put the strap-on
pop your booties in the air
so i can get my slap on

i’m in the clean plate club
i let my tounge do the dishes
you leavin’ lots of scr-ps
because your food ain’t delicious
pitt’s on the first floor
money’s up in the loft
i’m a non-lethal talker
hear me speak airy-soft
i’m as sharp as they come
but my d-ck is a gun
i can’t get any flyer
i’ve got that p-ssy-for-hire
i’ve got a flow so strong
i could bust up your levee
rollin’ in my silver leather
seat-warmer chevvy

d-mn, b-tches want to put
their name on a plaque
because we f-cked way back
and now they’re seeing my raps
girl, stack your stuff on me
like i’m a push-cart
if i’m hearin’ your p-ss fart
then i’m toppin’ the p-ss chart
cleaner than the green
that the doctor you’re seein’
is making while i’m taking
all the panties you pee in
i’m in your house
looking through your hamper
then i see some pampers
oh, i got to scamper; i’m out of here!

[hook]
out of my d-ck
you make the price is right, chick
because you prune my d-ck wet, b-tch
sit back up on my d-ck
i stay up all night
using ‘hood words
when we f-cking in the ‘burbs
thank the wright brothers
because i’m so fly

[verse 2: frank lloyd wright]
she be missing front t–th
i got a claim on her mouth
she got some shiny little gums
on the north and the south
she cuts off my circulation
when i ask her to c-m
she lives in myakka
i think horses are dumb
girl, grind that b-tthole
like a shih-tzu on carpet
i’m talkin’ 30-square wet
girl, you should probably just mop it
girl brother wears a helmet
and momma wear a strap-on
eatin’ out her p-ssy
while i chew on her tampon

i’m into steam-baked clams
pescatarian wishes
you’re covered up in jam
it’s fair-trade and delicious
the pool’s on the third floor
brownies up in my dresser
i’ll be twisting up your legs
like a mexican wrestler
-your panties are purple and your heels are a trip-
if i’m normal and young
then my d-ck is a blimp
makes me thirty pounds lighter
helps me climb like a chimp

now pop it. pop it
like a balloon at the fair
you could win you a pair
splash into my dunk tank
throw your legs in the air
now stop it. just stop it
ok, i give in
i’ll slip my finger inside
my bus is late to a party
and you can’t have a ride

[hook (x2)]

[outro: frank lloyd wright and richard wright]
girl, i’m blowing in your ears
like death-by-stereo

i’m puttin’ starch on your p-ssy
so i can make it look
crisp, clean, and professional

let’s put some vaseline on your lips, baby
let’s make you a star

- wright brothers

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