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testicle mafia - glocc up my ass كلمات الأغنية

[intro: yung sander]
trap_a_holics mixtapes
yo, this a funny ass beat
this the type of sh_t that makes you wanna do that tango or some sh_t like that
but it’s alright, we still going

[chorus]
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b_tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s_x ’cause the b_tch had crabs (what the f_ck?)
inside her b_tt, had the b_lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck you (h_ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b_tch)
i don’t want your b_tch, boy, she smell like p__p (what the f_ck?)
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b_tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna havе s_x ’cause the b_tch had crabs (what thе f_ck?)
inside her b_tt, had the b_lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck you (h_ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b_tch)
i don’t want your b_tch, boy, she smell like p__p (what the f_ck?)
[verse 1: yung sander]
guitar be strumming but my money keep coming
these rappers out here sh_ttin’, my bars be cunnin’ (intelligent)
nikes on my feet, ho, they cost 6 bucks (what?)
but it don’t f_ckin’ matter, your b_tch still tryna f_ck (yeah)
b_tch, knuck if you buck, your b_tch is a pro when she suck
and you tryna watch, motherf_cker, you a cuck
chains on my neck, them b_tches gold as h_ll (yeah)
i just scammed my own grandma off zelle (what the f_ck?)
jaxon, stop snitching, i know your ass will tell
you an accomplice, me and you robbed that taco bell

[interlude: yung sander]
just to be clear, me and jaxon did not actually rob a taco bell (mhm, not at all)
we actually don’t like taco bell, it gives me the sh_ts (fart)
i don’t know, probably not, he’s a weirdo
i’m out this b_tch

[chorus]
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b_tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s_x ’cause the b_tch had crabs (what the f_ck?)
inside her b_tt, had the b_lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck you (h_ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b_tch)
i don’t want your b_tch, boy, she smell like p__p (what the f_ck?)
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b_tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s_x ’cause the b_tch had crabs (what the f_ck?)
inside her b_tt, had the b_lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck you (h_ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b_tch)
i don’t want your b_tch, boy, she smell like p__p (what the f_ck?)
[verse 2: jaebaby]
ayy
i don’t even got to think ’bout this rap
unc over kansas, you know they don’t lack, ayy (hopefully)
victor ain’t even know what this ’bout
d’s get degrees but he still failing out (college math)
late night fishing on the lake, catching trout
yeah, the water’s looking low, but my money not in drought
and i’m pulling up from glendale, yeah, they know what i’m about
beating haile at the line, never in doubt (waaaaaaa)

[chorus]
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b_tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s_x ’cause the b_tch had crabs (what the f_ck?)
inside her b_tt, had the b_lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck you (h_ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b_tch)
i don’t want your b_tch, boy, she smell like p__p (what the f_ck?)
running from the cops, glock up my ass (up my ass)
i’m sellin’ cookies, b_tch, and i’m makin’ all this cash (all this cash)
i had to make a sequel ’cause the first beat was trash (it was trash)
didn’t wanna have s_x ’cause the b_tch had crabs (what the f_ck?)
inside her b_tt, had the b_lls, too (yeah)
move along, ho, i don’t wanna f_ck you (h_ll nah)
enormous fn, and the .22 (b_tch)
i don’t want your b_tch, boy, she smell like p__p (what the f_ck?)
[verse 3: noawh & guacc]
i tried sticking it in, but that sh_t got stuck
i hate all these hoes, they just wanna f_ck
yeah, i might be pullin’ up sick (cough)
but now i got these b_tches and they riding on my d_ck, ayy
victor needs to be home by 10:00
hit b_tch ass can’t even pull a 10
i counted all my racks, i got 10
and my woman, she’s a 10
pullin’ up, throat raspy (mhm)
[?] your momma pass me
run it up at this track meet
i get back to the crib and i got treasure gasping (jake, ohh)

[outro: yung sander]
thank you for tuning in to this snazzy ass beat
you know, shouts out my boy:
jaxon, jake, noah, and basti
basti beats sh_t, no sweet sh_t
i’m out here, slatt
like you ain’t know

- testicle mafia

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