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k bibbles – say what?! كلمات اغاني

hook
what?! there’s something in your b_tt?
a stick is stuck in what?
should’ve shut it, closed it up ‘n’ tucked away both of your nuts
and now it’s in your guts?
go try to puke it up
gag it up, little sl_t
even i’m like, “say what?!”

okay, stop… now what did i just say?
i’m playin’, havin’ fun, but now y’all probably think i’m g_y
it’s k, and i’m here to say that i’m ok
cuz my o_face is activated at least twice each day
no way could i ever go an hour or a minute without releasing ‘least a couple million children, they be swimmin’
let ‘em swim inside a sock or in a couple of my women
pray to god that science got right their division
no babies
maybe, i think i’m clear so far, right ladies?
a couple close calls, because my pullout game was lazy
the seconds ‘fore you squirt are like a mental labyrinth _ mazey
it feels so good, but f_ck a baby _ at least right now
i’m not ready
i mean, i know i would be but my career is just beginning
i’d wanna give them everything required to be steady
provide a life that they would never be forgetting
oh sh_t! my eyes are sweating
hook (x2)

no more baby talk, cuz that’s that stupid sh_t
you don’t know who you’re screwin’ with
i’m wavy, talkin’ sh_t, just like i’m ludacris
in fact, this rap track’s phat, and oh so ludicrous
you know you want me pumpin’ in your uterus, on top, i’m humorous
i got a humerus i only use to pump my tool into my wrist
i can’t resist, list times is numerous
i twist ‘n’ fl!ck until it spits the mist into my fist
i’ll reminisce this ‘till i split and drift to new exists
you get the gist, that’s why we coexist
woo! i had to take a quick breath for a sec right there, now ya know!
wait, is that drum roll for me?
oh, d_mn, man, the rap_van been the plan, fam
back_to_back_to_back until i’m no longer a random
i’m way too god d_mn handsome
been slammin’ clam in handstands
and bustin’ on her can_cans
consensual _ we’re both fans
we high_fived!
time flies while pile driving both thighs
disguised like michael myers spying prizes from my high rise
i don’t have a high rise, i live in fbi rides
the van that’s made this possible, and kept me living life right, aight?
hook

- k bibbles

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