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mournteo – wild west / digits كلمات اغاني

[intro]
conor mcgregor

[verse #1 _ wild west]
do you know i’m from the wild wild west uh huh
its the land where people like to puff their chest
f_ck a double barrel imma shoot your birdy in her br__sts (bow bow)
i’m a crusty white boy from the wild wild west uh huh (yeehaw)

we found us a stallion and no she not megan
i hop in my boots with some spurs and i’m kickin’ it (ohhkay)
bought a six_pack of green monster i’m crushin’ it
outlaw with moonshine, legit and not counterfeit yeah (b_tch)

f_ck a pack aye
i got a bad b_tch with a fat n_ts_ck (alllright)
and she swingin’ that sh_t imma pass that aye
side to side while she makin’ it clap ohhkay

huh uh, audemars piguet (cha_ching)
fresh white diamonds on the side of my bezel
yeah the light jump off like a f_ckin’… gazelle (yah)
straight from texas and i’m rich, what the h_ll? what the h_ll

text me imma leave you high and dry
when i’m out at midnight, no noise, cause i’m shy (shhhh)
got a snub with a fat d_ck, shoot you in the thighhhhh (bow bow)
my nickname is snub, got my d_ck on your thigh (uh huh)
on god on god, i’m not on some g_y sh_t
but for $20 i might bend on my straight sh_t (cap)
during quarantine i facetime all my boys sh_t
kiss’em goodnight (mwah) (mwah) night night b_tch (bah)

aye remember kawai cause that p_ssy he left for the clippers
give me a tweet and i’ll blast him on twitter
i am not mad, i’m a kidder, not n_z_ like hitler (p_ssy)

just rewind the time, germans lost in the winter yeah (scheiser)
they lost in the winter
russian vodka, it destroyin’ my liver (chug chug)
mr. putin is my personal stripper

[transition]
holy f_ck, the heroin is kickin’ now
i’m going batsh_t crazy what the f_ck wowwwwwwww… where am i… this sh_t hard

[verse #2 _ digits]
white lambo on the track, got digits on the dash
f_ck a uber going fast fast fast
then i puff puff pass caussa weed got mass
yours skinny f_ckboy check the contrast

eating the kitty for brunch b_tch
i’m a blood and i’m boolin’ no f_ck sh_t
oh she suckin’ this d_ck like a candy cane (hoe)
so i throw her away poof, david blaine
magician got magic man this sh_t is tragic
don’t ask me for pics hoe get outta the frame
i’m stacking my guap, pour some lean in the cup
always first place i’m leaving the club with no trace (yah yah)

tracin’ your body with chalk sh_t
if you on my block then imma pop sh_t (booow)
pop smoke, don’t talk sh_t
on my momma she hit that reverse split (on god on god)

i’m putting my fist through your face b_tch
you can run but you ain’t got the pace b_tch (nuh uh)
if you fall grab a pillow for grace b_tch
one bullet the scope got a trace rich

no i’m not rich, but i got wrist (wrist)
i’ll pull you, twist you, and bop it i’m p_ssed
got a 60 round drum in his tummmmmyyyy (oooweeeee)
now that boy cryin’ out for his mummyyyyy (ha ha ha mournteo)

- mournteo

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