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creamyxx - its my birfday 2 day! كلمات أغنية

bandz (prod. still candy)

the bigger the money the bigger the bank
i’m in this sh_t and i feel like it stank
shoot on her back and i getting more rank
talk about me i’m doin my thang
clapping yo b_tch she l!ck on my thang
i’m in this sh_t and i’m bouta go wild
harry styles
on yo gang
small like ant_man like scott lang
making yo bandz i don’t do it the same
sh_tting on me and i’ll shoot on yo block
talking bout lean don’t sip on the wock
she ask for a tree i give her my c_ck
you smell like sh_t you smell like a sock
you smell like cum you smell like my c_ck
b_tch i’m a cowboy like prescott
all of my bank accounts got 4 dots ay

i can’t hold the flow for much longer
f_ck her from the back she a goner
ima have a fight wit a kid like saundеrs
don’t go f_ck wit that’s b_tch in the streets they call her toppеr
giving out advice ya it’s free admission
i’m the man on a motherf_ckin mission
b_tch she look braindead just like a pigeon
i been on dis bud light i said b_tch i’m sipping
pull her pants down now i got her f_ckin tripping
got her in my bed and she ask if i can l!ck it
popped and adderal said ay yo b_tch i’m f_cking tripping
the mix of pills and beer ain’t good cause now i’m slipping
man i’m sleepy did the work i made a 20 minute song
after this sh_t ima go and f_ck on yo mom
now i just recycled that it’s a plastic f_cking song
b_tch i got bands and the cocaine while you go rip yo bong

aye aye no cap b_tch, no cap b_tch, no cap b_tch, no cap b_tch, no cap b_tch, no cap b_tch

double entendre (prod. pükechamber)

gold black
man these n_ggas been treatin’ us so wack no cap

[verse 1: creamyxx]
i’m wearing gucci i’m keepin’ em racks
she got some b00bies start keepin’ em racks
double d b_tch do not take off my beanie
rubbin’ her making the car windows steamy
she wanna f_ck in the back
she wanna suck on my sack while i go and blow out her back
alexa please play all of my tracks (yes, creamy)

[verse 2: scubaskelly]
i go more stupid than all of you n_ggas and i don’t even gotta grip on a trigger
get bigger like opposites smokin’ a cigarette
figured these oppas don’t know i’m that n_gga (hey)
keepin’ my foot on the pedal
keepin’ my hand on the mic my hand on the metal
keepin’ my sight on that n_gga he always wanna come meddle
settle for less i can never
i’m goin’ hard like she grippin’ and strokin’ my lever
oh what a clever endeavor
ever been severed from all that is you cause you took too much shrooms? than you start doin’ better
i’m wit the crew wit my fellows we wit yo ho we say h_llo
she blew like a flute not a cello
sippin modelo i just threw up on my pillow
[verse 3: creamyxx, scubaskelly]
dance on me put some hands on me
b_tch you hateful i am grateful for my fans they a staple of my brand
we so playful, f_ck your label
i feel painful but i can’t let your p_ssy ass advance do not pass
i smoke fatal then i prance
see no f_cking dance class
grip her nasal, f_ck her _n_l that way you can’t mouth blast she prenatal
buy a cradle for baby take care of that lady
ill carry my d_ck out the door and then wave it
i’m making that kd
i’m smokin’ that hazy
i’m pushin that pedal i pick up a daisy amazin’ me daily

how far we came in 2 years
i see the top and it near
i see my vision it clear
make a decision on fear
i know my mission is worth a lot like i bought it from sears
bald brown kid with a beard no cap n_gga you weird
no cap

uhhhh?(prod. silenzc)

[verse 1: creamyxx]
you a brag pog f_g g_y n_gga pedophile
child predator not a p_ssy in a mile
waiting for my moment i’ve been waiting for a while
d_ck sweet like m&ms but the flow like 8 mile
why he talking all that sh_t but he look like harry styles
808s are screaming ya the 808s are wild
i make music like thompson not like mick but like kyle
make yo b_tch squirt look like spilled milk in the isle
if i strip him of his pen he gon cry like a child
ya you like yo sauce mild
i’m the warlord got my own sword on my hip
i said hey girl if you swing by we can skinny dip
counting all my plaques cause i got too many hits
she let me hit in her bum
than i l!ck on her cl_t and she cum
she gon sit on my d_ck wit her thong
sipping on this lube ya i put it in the drink
taking off that condom ima need more time to think

[verse 2: scubaskelly]
this rap is going down like the motherf_ckin hindenburg
my bars on fire like the mother f_ckin hindenburg
double a smells like the turret metal and toxic gases on the hindenburg
i been in the studio cooking up this track and it wack
double hand double palm double smack on her back
clapping on a trap but i ain’t talking jack black
got some lovely ladies in my line they coming back for the seconds
like tyler ninja blevins
im neva goin to heaven
cause i crashed like 9/11
coming back for the seconds
like tyler ninja blevins
im neva goin to heaven
cause i crashed like 9/11

song for bullies and gooners (prod. xonthebeat)

(play this record as frequently as possible) (oh my god who the h_ll cares)

[verse 1: creamyxx]
im f_cking ariana grande gon make her nut
you my son boy ya i treat ya like a f_ckin runt
you a c_nt
you get punt
take the money for yo lunch
got a hunch
that you love
all these alt b_tches that peg well me to
you a fool
ima sit you on a stool
you ain’t cool
you a tool
dip yo face inside the pool
you a mule
dead like ghoul
p_ssy go hit on yo juul
gas like fuel
gas like jew
told her i’m the jewel but i lied
okay p_ssy you won’t shoot me cause i’m that f_cking guy
when she tried to suck my d_ck i told that b_tch that i’m too high
you ain’t getting attention from no women in yo f_cken life
song for bullies and gooners but there is my more that i imply

i i i i
think yo ass gon die
i i i i
pack an ak_47 and the mm 9
die die die die
die motherf_ckin b_tch die
die die die die
die yuh (so uh the adlibs that i used before this were absoloutley horrible and i really hate them so im never gonna use adlibs like that again [?])
b_tch it’s a chant like cult
come suck my scr_t_
i’m f_ckin yo b_tch and her throat gonna gulp
if you don’t understand me then read all my notes
suck my chorizo yo ass bouta choke
imona cum imona cum
ima cum inside yo m_f_ckin bum
imona cum imona cum
after im taking you back to the slums
imona bust imona bust
all on yo hair like swirly
imona bust imona bust
im a f_ck n_gga wearin hurley
ridin da bus ridin da bus
cum on her tail she get squirly
ridin da bus ridin da bus
you basic as f_ck you ain’t quirky

[verse 2: scubaskelly, both, creamyxx]
i don’t even need a beat
i’ve been f_ckin b_tches feet
every day of the week
look like a kid i want treats
only treat she like is my peen
there ain’t no i in my team
cause i am mdnc
but also i am gfnc
g_y f_ck n_gga clan and midnight club we rap on da beats every day b_tch
i won’t f_ck yo b_tt cause you lame b_tch
say sh_t knock yo ass out you get tamed b_tch
hey kids don’t listen thugs cause they always on that g_y sh_t
hate it
stealing all my bars i’m making motherf_ckas famous
b_tch is heinous they won’t sh_t
put them on a noose now he loosely goose
close the curtains to my play b_tch
you need a rap sheet?
okay than f_cken take it

you collect robux with this money ya i make it
let’s be honest if you got pegged would you hate it
try to blame me for everything you look racist
i ate some pineapple before s_x
can you taste it?

[outro: creamyxx, scubaskelly]
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners

thanksgiving dinner table (prod. triplesixdelete)

welcome to watchmojo and today well be jerking off a horse (_neigh_)
(делит на бите, сука)

[verse 1]
my d_ck look like a starbucks frappuccino bottle
and when i stick it in ya that b_tch gon f_ckin waddle
when i sit and write my lyrics man i look like aristotle
took a couple guinness i’m sipping out these bottles
why can’t i be president when we’re stuck wit f_ckin fossils
catcall hilary clinton that b_tch a f_ckin model
diving in that p_ssy ima need some f_ckin goggles
i’m not reading sh_t but i’ll read a graphic novel
i am just glep cause nancy reagan liked my nozzle
gimmie all yo tittes and eat them like they waffles
fienen for her holes so i put it in her nostrils
i pull up on yo block got a big mac like mcdonald’s

[verse 2]
i’m a horse i go neigh
all the b_tches wanna play
son skeleton shout out mr. j
i’m a skeleton shoutout scubaskelly
f_ck that b_tch acuatic can he get out my way
shoutout homie jvee man i love him every day
shoutout boy lane
shoutout jacob earl simpson
shoutout greench3rry
f_ck that n_gga wolfy simpin
sipin on dat drank like i was lil 3 pointer
iphonecolone where is he i think he’s in the bay
wanna play wit that n_gga on csgo today
can we hop on hotbox our rooms
till there’s nothin but smoke and some p_ss on my shoes

bigfoot (prod. ahee)

greench3rry
jacob earl simpson
jvee10
and lane

[verse 1]
with the giving tree writer up in playboy mansion
out in flosses strip club got the b_tches dancing
in da danger zone bess be takin no chances
lemme do my whole set b_tch i’m spitting and rambling
i’m the tree god way this sap getting fertilized
she slobber on my d_ck man i ain’t getin a word inside
you live inside a cardboard box that’s why yo f_ckin card declined
shoot up everyone up on yo block they call it genocide

run
run little boy you better go and hide
run
run or ill take yo f_cken life
run run run run run run run
(im terrified of little children)

[verse 2]
climbing up yo b_tch like she eve and i’m a snake
eat her cake stick it down inside that cat
now we procreate
walk up in da club wit tha p_ssys don’t associate
please don’t waste yo breath cause we ain’t bouta negotiate
wanna grow up to be the boss f_ck my associate
lemme take my hits off this pen so i disassociate
it’s my f_ckin birthday lemme celebrate
ballin out like all of the lakers man f_ck the golden state

[verse 3]
overthink all of it i did pizzagate and zippergate
unzipping my pants than i read yo b_tch her f_ken fate
starin at her titties and i realize i’m too f_ckin baked
nah don’t swallow yo words it’s tobf_ckin late
why is greench3rry always asking for a feat
y’all betta follow that n_gga before he ask for beats
don’t you see
it’s only me
on yo tv
breaking yo screens

mac10/im not satanic but f_ck it… blody vore cum tribute (prod. yu)

[intro]
go to uruguay and than to f_ckin philly
i got so much money i just made a milly
cyanide in the back of my brain i’m so f_ckin silly
and you know me i’m that silly billy
up to you (decide)
who bouta f_ckin k!ll me
cause it’s halloween jigsaw billy
rapping on this beat sound like pico philly

(_many screams_)

euaaaagh
go go go go go go go go
get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it

[verse 1]
aye 1 2 3 4 5
i will k!ll that motherf_cka by night
swimin in her thoughts ya i f_cken dive
go inside my limo and i take her for a drive ay (bye bye)
666 b_tch tatted in my wrist slit
thick thick thick b_tch sucken on my d_ck tip
whip whip whipeets all inside my nic stick
̷c̷l̷i̷t̷ ̷c̷l̷i̷t̷ ̷c̷l̷i̷t̷ ̷l̷i̷c̷k̷e̷d̷ ̷b̷l̷e̷e̷d̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷o̷u̷t̷ ̷m̷y̷ ̷d̷i̷c̷k̷ ̷t̷i̷p̷
666 b_tch tatted in my wrist slit
thick thick thick b_tch sucken on my d_ck tip
whip whip whipeets all inside my nic stick
cl_t cl_t cl_t l!cked bleeding out my d_ck tip

[verse 2]
p_ssy tryna run
ima have a lotta fun
do not tell me i’m yo son
ya i’m rapping just for fun
(hey i’m not a producer this is what i actually do)
trap trap trap trap trap type beat
and you know it’s lil ice cream ya he flowin on the beat
want feature from homie (gort)
i’m on the bleachers eating all my fingers
f_ck the grim reaper
blow up like a creeper creeper creeper creeper creeper
wanna can i see ya see ya see ya see ya

[outro]
i’m tʜɘ dlɒɔʞ diɿb ʇɿom ɒnϱɿγ diɿbƨ i’m tʜɘ domd domd
yoυ will ƨtill ʜɒvɘ to bɘɒl witʜ tʜɘ ɔʜomq ɔʜomq
iʇ γoυ ƨwim witʜ tʜɘ ƨʜɒɿʞƨ tʜɘn γoυ won’t bɿown
tʜɘγ ɒƨʞ mɘ “wʜɒt’ƨ γoυɿ mυƨiɔ?” i ƨɒγ it’ƨ ɒ υnipυɘ ƨoυnb
iʇ γoυ bon’t ɿɘqɘnt ʇoɿ γoυɿ ƨinƨ tʜɒn γoυ’ɿɘ ʜɘlldoυnb
i won ʇoɿ tʜɘ ʇiɿƨt timɘ ɒnb ɒϱɒin i ϱot tʜɘ viɔtoɿγ ɔɿown
tɒʞɘ ʜɘɿ to mγ ɔɿid ɒnb i dɿinϱ ʜɘɿ ɿiϱʜt to qoυnb town
ɔɒυƨɘ iʇ γoυ wɒnnɒ bo it now wɘ ɔɒn ɿɘɒllγ bo it now now

basic white b_tches 2 (prod. mtc beatz)

[verse 1]
sippin on this purple ya im sippin mtn dew
sippin on this drank ya im off that witches brew
l!ck yo tittes f_ck you too
n_gga who the f_ck is you
you a gxner love that fool
who up next i’m f_ckin you
uh basic white b_tches and they skin look like ice cream
basic white b_tches i don’t think they really like me
basic white b_tches suck the d_ck i might wifey
basic white b_tches why you talkin do spicy
basic white b_tches when we f_ck she keep the nikes

[verse 2]
f_ck a bad b_tch in a venom costume
lil how you known i know you want it in the b_tt
i treat ya like a runt
when you see a f_cken blondie wit no tittes better run
aye aye
drinking guinness and a pink drink that’s the lil ice cream c_cktail
basic white b_tches ya that p_ssy had got stale
i feel like ken carson i went to yale
free the homie scubaskelly million dollar bail
met up with a catgirl but plug on her tail
on her tail
million dollar bail
flow on the beat like i sail
all these white b_tches looking so pale
coming to the end of the tale
look inside the mail
i just got the bail

[verse 3]
sucking on my d_ck like a popsicle
p_ssy is so wet it’s so nautical
sippin on some alcohol it’s tropical
shut up lil b_tch you a follicle
look inside my they eyes they symbolical
i can’t see sh_t out my eyes i’m unoptical
got a big brain in my head ya i’m logical
emo mama k!lled himself that is canonical
chronical
get it through yo head dumb b_tch ima get mad
i ain’t babysitting little p_ssys cause they get sad
staring at the b_tch wit the tittes ya the big racks
all my money is obese i got big racks
little p_ssy you a big f_g
so you sucking on this d_ck
and i got a fat ass man i look just like yo b_tch
and she like me cause of that
yummy p_ssy got the wap
on my d_ck ya she sat
and i’m working on my lats
while i’m smoking on some grass
you got confidence but opposite cause i am f_cking aunt cass
don’t you understand
i got tolerance i’m onto this lil b_tch hit from the back

the celebration song (prod. imnotabot)

[verse 1]
turn out all the lights and they only thing you see is me b_tch
corner of yo room wit a hook and some bees b_tch
i’m the candy man way i suck all on yo t__ts b_tch
yo t__th look like lemons please go brush yo f_ckin t__th b_tch
ima k!ll a rusty ass n_gga cause he seen sh_t
write my lyrics and i use the same word it’s some bleak sh_t
i been listening to unknown people on some niche sh_t
treat the b_tches p_ssy way i f_ck up some beef ribs
h_lla people in my walls they won’t go
ima lay down in the snow brain is slow
when im smoking on a turn with the smoke
who want smoke snorting coke
d_ck to big it make her choke
send the addy send the loc

[verse 2]
i want candy apples b_tch i want a lemonade stand
on the pineapple express rainbow belt im a g_y man
if he barking up my tree i say stay away man
only talk to real n_ggas know i say hey man
cooking up this mac and cheese inside of a big pan
i don’t talk to n_ggas making you look like a fan
make a baby under the bridge on top of rough sand
(so it seems obvious your chosing to not understand)

[outro]
i can cum on command
ya my d_ck high demand
im a real mighty man
i will k!ll new j_pan
ya i’m making my bands
it’s my birthday today
cause it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today

bday type beat (prod. scubaskelly)

[audible: jacob earl simpson]
(scuba made me squirt)
happy birthday
happy birthday
birthday wad

(♪♪♪♪)

- creamyxx

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