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letra de bbc cypher - yung p dough

[intro]
god d-mn, yung p dough made another hit for real man
respect the drip karen
aye, i’m g-y, yuh, b-tch, ouu, god d-mn

[verse 1: yung p dough]
d-ck is thinner than a stick
why the f-ck your granny so thick
that sh-t be unrealistic, ay, ay, yuh (ou)
b-tch i go no life, i be calling anime girls my wife
b-tch on my d-ck, and i’m doing it quick
and bust on her face, and i’m catchin’ a case
and i’m catchin’ a case, when i hit on her face
with my fat c-ck and it sends her to sp-ce, god d-mn
f-cking grannys all day, every night
man, that p-ssy is real tight
just hit my dad, in the head, with my bike
and i leaked obama’s ip address
oh sh-t, your b-tch gonna undress, god d-mn

[verse 2: xilo]
b-tch you is my brofi, sippin’ lean, mc codeine
all you b-tches know me, yeah, you got thе sh-t, off a cliff
i don’t even need ? to suck his d-ck
yeah you rеally wanna beat ’em like you is a cop
and now i’m gettin’ on my knees when i suck his c-ck
i am the sussy, i’m a sussy baka, f-ck you with your gun
i don’t even need to hit it, but i’ll f-ck you and your son
got your dad in my bas-m-nt, i don’t even say sh-t
if you tryna f-ck, i got a bullet for your name, b-tch
i’m the best best, b-tch you really is a b-tch ?
i may hit you motherf-ckers, motherf-ckers miss fit
i been tryna game, you got games on your phone? no?
ok, i’ma just default dance on your ass b-tch, i’m out
[verse 3: yung spinach cumshot]
holy sh-t, this song is so bad
i like playing some of that good old among us
my d-ck is way larger than big f-cking chungus
my -n-s hair is growing like a motherf-cking fungus
you already know my bank account is humongous
i’ma f-ck a girl whenever i f-cking want to
i like slurping p-ssy juice like it’s a f-cking fondue
p-ssy so wet i might need a f-cking pontoon
i only know that word exists ’cause i be playing bloons, aye

[verse 4: yung grippy]
b-tch i’ll give a sh-t if i bust in her f-cking mouth
then i’ll f-ck her hard all the way down in the south
don’t give a f-ck i’ll bust all up on her tits
then i’ll pound her cl-t into a big slimy mush
was off the molly i f-cked her mom
when i come around there it’s with the tom
this b-tch got my d-ck fruit
and she choking man these b-tches wish they had my loot
so i curb stomp them with my timb boots

[verse 5: yung codfixe]
i run back, then i jump, and hit it with my sausage
i just realized, i’ve done some critical damage
why you b-tches be so hypocritical, savage
all you peons talk sh-t, but all your b-tches average
don’t talk to me like that, you look like you’re from the zoo
i’ve been cooking up brand new bangers in the stu
bro you ugly as h-ll, but i’ll steal your momma
nah, just playin’ i’m chillin’ with my bro obama
[verse 6: lil bean]
okay, okay, okay, okay, one, two, pull up with a tool, aye
teaching b-tches how to flow and spit, i could start a school
i’m not one to pull up, throw some hands, always keep my cool
but it don’t mean that i’m always chill, b-tch i ain’t a fool
cotton candy faygo h-lla blue, sh-t look like a pool
talk sh-t and you get hit with this k, i don’t make the rules
f-ck around and cuddle with his b-tch, i might f-ck her too
pass the mic and turn up on the beat, spazzin’ in the stu, b-tch

- yung p dough

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