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austinzsoice - bitchimup lyrics

moving rocks like i’m freeing jesus
i ain’t stepping on this cocaine b-tch i’m running bleachers
that p-ssy sprung a leak in liters when she smelled the ether
godd-mn i love a young white b-tch when she fiendin’

f-ck you mean, i was seventeen
f-cking round with beakers
on the scene, making h-lla green
god bless all my tweakers and my fiends
steal from me, you gon see
bang that metal like i’m running f-cking bleachers from police
ditch the piece, rip

come put that p-ssy in my face like we gon take a selfie
i ain’t a felon i got lucky with my charges that’s a blessing
-roll out that red carpet i’m from texas
what i drive you can’t pr-nounce, what you in is basic
whippin dope broke a tennis bracelet, it ain’t even mine
keep in mind
i dont take no l
yo b-tch scary call her bates motel
still taking d-ck, now i stevie wonder where my haters went
p-wn my girl watch for some gas now my baby ticked

b-tch im up
this is elevator music what’d i tell you x

b-tch i’m mad
why you cut, on your self like that

b-tch, ughh
why you just, on your cell like that

ignoring b-tches but i bet you’ll hit a male right back
lay down a st-tch and cord and switches on that pale white -sss

you sucking d-ck, for a crystal
capping jugs, but you christian
no religion, i been cripping
fingerf-cking blood b-tches
light a blunt
look inside the trunk
i might light you up
let her hit the fake
get that d-ck inside while she stuck

all day driveway piled up
get so high’m like a mile up
ride the d-ck slow like dial up
speed it up, tighten up

i don’t wanna cuff just a trial run
my b-tch thick get a wire brush
when i hit it i gotta use my entire lung
beat up that v-g-n- like tyson until i’m tired bruh

baby you ain’t’ fly, take that penny out that ziploc
i reup in houston drive through winnie with them ziplocs
if i get caught, do my time and i get ahhht
you the type to go reduce yo sentence sucking pig c-ck

you ain’t wit it f-ck it i ain’t f-ckin with you anyways
but swear to god you touch my pack we toe to toeing anyday
i got the answer to the question how do yo b-tchs t-tty’s taste
and if we in a race you tripping f-ck you finish anyways

no one get me laid, shoutout to my face, and that pitbull underneath these hanes
do you see me slay i eat that cat like it’s cicis buffet
i’m a star but my uber don’t bump me yet so he get 3 of em
k!ll him if he ain’t bumping my sh-t next time i’m seeing him
i’ll sell you a gram or a point one it aint no no mee ni mum
man my b-tch got b-tches dropping shrooms in condiminums
hit it from the back i promise you won’t ever see me c-m
she like im hungry b-tch eat a d-ck said can you feed me one
open up yo mouth b-tch here comes the train ya 3:10 to yum
i would love to put on a condom if i could fit in one
all my b-tches like silsbee ford i say homeboy gitcha one
or we could trade all them b-tches back in just to switch it up

- austinzsoice lyrics

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