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testicle mafia - hat track كلمات الأغنية

[intro: all]
ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh
yeah
that’s how we do it
bastion

[verse 1: jicc]
captain snydor with the stick and it’s go time
shawty pull my pants down and it’s go time
every time i pull up she on hoe time
man d_ck ride me for the whole time
she ratted on me thinking she so sly
first d_ck pic, said, “oh my”
i tag other dudes’ b_tches when i’m online
she said she don’t suck d_ck but she on mine
all i wanna do is smoke big blunts
all i wanna do is tote big guns
bad b_tches on my d_ck no whack ones
ratchet b_tches in my phone but they lack funds
hit it twice then i dip like salsa
tryna think straight, but i’m on some
scene hoеs, off mysp_ce
blue hair, tight jeans, with a nicе face

[verse 2: noawh]
hit it from the back but i got pace
your b_tch in my face but i need sp_ce
me and jax in the studio
dogs are out with the toolio
metal in my hands like its silverware
69’ing your b_tch, cum everywhere
playing truth or dare, i do every dare
she said kiss me, i said b_tch where
[verse 3: bast1on]
b_tch spinning on my d_ck like a beyblade
i shoot up the school like it’s payday
she wanna suck my d_ck on the toilet
i like to take sh_ts on the toilet
she suck my d_ck every day like a routine
good size, smells strong like a dookie
at the asylum, i want a b_tch that’s insane
b_tch i’m at the top of the food chain

[verse 4: __]
b_tch farted on my face, gave my pink eye
b_tch p_ssy so filthy call it pink guy
f_cked her in the ass, she gave me sh_t d_ck
i was so appalled, so i made a devious l!ck
i stole a man’s b_tt plug with no hesitation
too bad his p_ssy has no precipitation
i tore up his cat last week
while i wore a hat like a freak
the cap stays on in the sheets
cause’ without it, i’m a meek
his grip feels d_mn good on the meat
i just bought some pics of james charles’ feet
imma box monkeypox with an awfully hot coffee pot
with the strap i got
cr_p, i might not
my intestines got a tight knot
on the black market, i might cop
f_ck the supreme court, that’s a mic drop
[verse 5: jaebaby]
last track n farted while we was recording
the cause of his stench made us stop the recording
homie got back in the stu’ the next morning
nah, i’m playing, it’s night, it’s not even morning
so hopped on the track, the next day wit hat
and i hit the griddy on hayward like that (show me your griddy)
listen to vexbolts that man got them facts
when we talking ’bout grippers i just think of jax
some dogs on the bed, i might stop and act up
just ate canes, now we back making pop
music. that’s a lie, it’s t_st_cl_ mafia until we die
keep making records so hot to get by
on a month’s rent, but it don’t matter to me
cause’ the opps stomachs they lookin’ like c’s
run down the street they can’t handle me
hold up, ain’t you nathaniel b?

[outro: all]
f_ck snydor (alle, alle, alle)
snydor sucks
captain snydor
captain what?

- testicle mafia

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