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ouija macc & golden bsp - day of the dead lyrics
[chorus: golden bsp]
it’s pony and ouija in mexico
came in from texas now we in her mouth like a pelican
she get the best of both tell her to spit when she gargle my t_st_cl_
day of the dead we a vendetta (?) we came for the festival
i ate an edible it got me spinning i threw up my whiskey i think that i better go
[verse 1: golden bsp]
2 cup yeah money my faygo and she looking sl_tty i bang her, mommy come hop on my saddle and see if you manage
that p_ssy hot as a candle (?)
when she eat on my banana
and she wanna dance and i can not dance with a b_tch
lean have me i can not stand up
i’m off the xannies tho that sh_t f_cked up my whole summer and crash in the road in my caddio
well it they way it go she call me daddio
she bang around like a matador
i got a fatty roll
i smoke while she give me top on the patio
she a lil baddie hoe she only 21
i give her savage mode that p_ssy juicy as cantaloupe that p_ssy she rockin’ camel toe
[chorus: golden bsp]
it’s pony and ouija in mexico
came in from texas now we in her mouth like a pelican
she get the best of both tell her to spit when she gargle my t_st_cl_
day of the dead we a vendetta (?) we came for the festival
i ate an edible it got me spinning i threw up my whiskey i think that i better go
[verse 2: ouija macc]
we on that b_tch out in ensenada
only with ouija oh there’s a problem
if you ain’t know you better ask somebody
shawty go vegan my enchilada
dollar fifty get you a six dos equis and i’m in this b_tch til’ i feel like i’m finished
all my brothers getting rich and all the sh_t that come with it
don’t be talking bout you wicked ‘less you really coming wicked with it (yeahh yeahhh yeahhhh)
don’t be talking bout you wicked ‘less the hatchet in the sentence i’ma hit yo f_ckin’ forehead and dent it (hol’ up)
who these motherf_ckers in the party whoop whooping in it
get the motherf_cking message fore the judge call me eric and my name get numeric in this motherf_cker
[chorus: golden bsp]
it’s pony and ouija in mexico
came in from texas now we in her mouth like a pelican
she get the best of both tell her to spit when she gargle my t_st_cl_
day of the dead we a vendetta (?) we came for the festival
i ate an edible it got me spinning i threw up my whiskey i think that i better go
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