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the three braincells - 4 min orgy كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
haven

[verse 1: lil gawk]
i got the drip like the columbine shooters
got the drip like the b_tches at hooters
you’re such a r_t_rd you need a tutor
freeze all the p__p just like a cooler
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
i don’t wanna p_ss on you, i am not with the hoe sh_t
feel like a f_ggot the way i always blow d_ck
but i like b00bies so please, can you show tits?
my d_ck is out so i grab a leaf
when he gets up i smell his queef
clean him up, gotta suck his t__th
i like to ride, takin’ his meat
f_ckin’ a b_tch, no fleshlight
i’m in the hood with a tec_9
climbing a tree, it’s a pine
i see your b_lls, they are mine
mеat to meat, curtains to slabs
you are deprеssed not happy, sad
you saw a black person, you are mad
you previously owned this item, you had
need a firetruck ’cause my c_ck burns
climbing a new tree, it is a fern
went straight to g_y, you got a perm
go back, turn
white boy, white boy
fight boy, fight boy
kike boy, kike boy
k!ll troy, k!ll troy
i turn you on like a light switch
you might get angry, might b_tch
if you drop the soap don’t snitch
twisted on my peener, she clench
k!lled you with this diss, call it great depression
if you play with me ill send yo’ ass to heaven
listening to a banger like beetoven
you want my weenie, you are hopin’
but you didn’t get it, you are mopin’
you wanna shoot but you gotta cope it
i’m with the bros, b_tch
or i’m with my whole clique
stop all the hoe sh_t
light up the dope, flint
[verse 2: plant daddy, lil grillz, lil gawk]
i’m a secret coppa like nle choppa
my c_ck just got harder, not pogger
gonna drink rape soda so i’m taken, don’t have a chode, nah
just like big papa i’m gonna return my glock, ’cause it was facka_facka
kissin’ little boys is hard, no croppa, ’cause i like photoshop
watchin’ the office in the shloppa
shippin’ anime kids ’cause i like four_year_olds
i don’t got pores, i’m not poor, that’s g_y like stinkers
so i be puttin’ my b_lls in the dirt, makin’ a baby out of earth
when i slide my shoes they go skrrt_skrrt like a perpetrator
i’m worthless, so you know i be droppin’ purses
showin’ kids my wiener gives me reason to live
i’m captivated by why people think dp’s are overrated
i think they’re understated
turn around just once more
walk away and slam the door
my ass will shake even more
i still got your b00bies on my polaroid
i’m the president of adult toys
teddy bear on my d_ck
make my peener kinda thick
i swear i don’t have tits
i’m a rat and a baby b_tch
tips on my uncle, he’s a h0m_s_xual
i don’t have organs, oops, that’s rhetorical
p_ssy f_ck, sorry, i got tourette’s syndrome
touchin’ men’s nuts like 2017
gargling cum like listerine, i am never mean
stinky
hahaha
[verse 3: lil grillz]
p__ping in his n_ts_ck
while he eats out his b_ttsack
i like little kids and nut rags
please tell me, does your b_tt sag?
don’t want a boy if you’re younger than my dad
oh wait, not today
i like little boys that are g_y
when they do merry_go play
deers are fawns, i f_ck no b_tch with my pants up
big titties on a choppa like i’m workin’ at hooters
if i’m so mad, why am i neutered?
i don’t like whites, they’re kikes, they’re looters
picking up pennies like you’re not facin’ some shooters
jerusalem? more like you’re p__ping in some
you’re a drunk, you’re a bum
drinking cum, it’s yum_yum
i love frankie, i k!lled my mario
i’m mad, throw you in the cario
you’re a weeb, watch jojo
like f9, drinking nos
driving in a car real fast
one by a mile or a inch, no matter what you’re in last
i point my gun at your child, no matter what that’s in the past
just like the jews, you got gassed
what did you just say? that’s nast’
actually gross dude
while you say that i apply my lube
p__ping in the toilet, no loo
why so mean, very rude
your mans are g_y, they’re crude
like a f_g i run in the closet
you go insane, i just lost it
you didn’t find me, but you robbed it
i’m eating corn, might not’ve cobbed it
i’m tossing b_lls, could say i lobbed it
guy got a glock, i just c_cked it
if the glove does not fit, the judge must acquit
he didn’t k!ll her, she just a b_tch
we drinkin’ oj, it’s really lit
he was running, now he fit

- the three braincells

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