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letra de the shit talkers (feat. jo milien) - xfrmnm feat. jo milien

we bout to bring the sh-t talkin′ to miami, bring the toilet out
b-tch p-ssy so f-ckin’ nasty, bring some ointment now
the p-ssy like a doctor, imma just book an appointment now

the b-tch said she want some abs, i had to bring the roller out
she got a burger bun ass, i′m finna pull a toaster out
nutted on a b-tch eyes, she can see color now
the b-tch was a loop, so a n-gga had to sl-t her out
the b-tch said she want some water, had to bring the water out
she was a big b-tch, so a n-gga had to bring the dumbbells out
the b-tch red haired like a fox, i’m bringin’ knuckles out
she got a deep ass p-ssy, imma have to dig her tunnels out
i was eatin′ on doritos, now a n-gga eatin′ funyuns now
young n-gga chasin’ after m′s, bring the letters out
but i’m not sweet
took a n-gga car keys, now he can′t drive
said he was a scammer
took his card, now he can’t swipe
n-gga in the streets, see some sh-t, now he can′t cry
i’ll survive a zombie apocalypse, b-tch, i can’t die
had to hit the b-tch, cause she hit me with the cat eyes
n-gga built like a ostrich, cause he can′t fly
i told jo he is not a rapper, cause he can′t rhyme
how the f-ck can i still rap when my brain fried?
hit a b-tch, she got a fat ass, a big waist size
white girl with fat ass, she got cake thighs
reppin’ bdk, senior year, throwin′ gang signs
b-tch, want a train ran on, i told the gang, slide
we been down bad for a minute, told the gang, rise
b-tch, i ain’t wanna f-ck-d-mn
b-tch, i ain′t wanna f-ck back then, but i got hang time
p-ssy got me in the sky, you finna watch me hang glide
ain’t a spider, but i feel like i opened up my eighth eye
uh, i had to ask jo, where the coochie at?
doing yoga in the p-ssy, where the coochie mat?
i saw two lesbians, but where yuri at?
blinded one in my eyes
so i′m asking where nick fury at?
granny don’t suck d-ck good, so i took her t–th back
couldn’t shoot him in the head, i shot him in his kneecap
jo had made the news, man, that sh-t is real sad
bout to pull a scam on a n-gga, where your phones at?
my teacher told me to stay unhoused
so where your home at?
jo saw a b-tch walking, he was like, d-mn
where your toes at?
ain′t gonna lie
he not even cappin′, i like light-skinned toes
my b-tch got green eyes, curly hair, sh-t light-skinned hoe
i’m about to eat this b-tch p-ssy, like, where the napkins go?
my n-gga strongy say
“he like a big b-tch”, where the fat b-tch go?
i wanted to eat a snack, where my sandwich go?
my b-tch muy caliente, she a spanish hoe
i feel like travis scott in the stu, making “antidote”
i had to wax my b-tch down, like, where the candles go?
i was in new york, but where julius randall go
me and joe love sh-t, talking where the pampers go?
i was trying to cheat on-ahh
i was trying to cheat on my test
where the answers go?
i can′t say—d-mn
i can’t say no anti-sh-t, cause i might get canceled, though

- xfrmnm feat jo milien

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