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yngangl - callmetomriddle كلمات أغنية

[verse]
yngangl.. yeh.. ay

won’t stop till i reach my k!ll quota, she pop it like a soda
yellow blonde young b_tch, go dumb call her homer
you probably know her more phone numbers
i’ll be it monotonous her body like a sculpture
michael angelo’s madonna
my nomenclature yngangl (youngangel)
subsequently i’m who your b_tches favor
she’s no virgin any longer, i emerged and pierced her armor
she’s well versed in.. venus roman goddess
and all things encompassed, don’t get lost in her charms you might need a compass
i feel like tom riddle, mixed with harry potter abracadabra
the way i make the p_ssy holler.. it’s like phantom of the opera
fl!ck of the wrist much like conductor
the way i lead the choir, got her calling me sire
her body’s maestro messiah

[bridge]
yeah yeah.. yeah, ay, yeah, yeah.. yeah yeah yeah
fl!ck.. wrist wrist.. make your b_tch transfixed

[outro]
love.. potions.. (yeah) she get obsessive emotions
can’t resist the compulsion.. i’m in her mind (ay) call me
(yeah) call me tom riddle (ay) she strung along like a fiddle (ay)

- yngangl

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