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loser club - don't care كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: jimbo]
jimmy can’t rap on solo no heat
and like a guy with a fetish finna peep defeat
or a h_rny chef gonna tweet his meat
or a deceit discreetly beats his meat in his luxury suite
a guy named picture was framed okay
and a guy named wind was swept away
being vegan is a big miss steak
got a curve on my d_ck man that sh_t concaves
don’t give a sh_t cause i’m constipated
me = your girl _ intoxicated
rapping heat is my obligation
this flow is cold like a cryo chamber
out of the hood like a circumcision
my d_ck in her ass is the composition
you with a girl is a superstition
me and your mum in a juxtaposition
condoms in my eyes so i see things cumming
so i’m running and running because i’m cunningly coming
but i’m funnily redundant bc the doss is lyrically satirically abundant uh uh
lyrically, satirically, empirically, inherently better at rapping but not better at wrapping and i’m not even capping no handi can we end this bit and tap in
this blows like your girlfriend
gotta exhale through your nose and
get on the coke its gotta be diet
cause it burnt my throat im finna riot
said wrong hole got the wrong f_cking placement
jimmy f_cking all of the dude in the bas_m_nt
black to white yeah reverse f_cking spray tan
michael jackson the kids that he raped them
on god
the kids that he raped them
taped them
shaved them
ate them uh
[verse 2: dossy]
he just f_cken, raped em
and taped em, he bakin’ the cake with the raybans
he dripping in sauce, gotta mop it
she grab my d_ck and she slobbing
on top it, i’m toppin’
no cherry, we poppin’ that bussy
she giving me gock and
she blowing me up like iraqi bomb b_tch
she a chef with the way that she handling meat
she grab on my stalk then she boutta beet root
that’s 2 nuts b_tch , b_tch my flow got that f_cking abrupt switch
cause jimmy he spitting
but know that cypi be sippin
up on the 40
like a goth b_tch with her wrists slit mm
jimmy be leaning in for the kiss how can i resist it mm

[verse 3: jimbo]
can’t resist it
can’t unfist it
got my forearm three quarters in him
but i’m rapping i’ll say it in spanish
tortilla
but i’ve reformed come at cocoon
caterpillar
need me a goth girl in thigh highs
purple hair with light blue eyes
latex hit this real sh_t just it
then step on my grapes like fine wine

- loser club

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