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bingsley otb - no adlibs lyrics

[intro]
(dear santa you are a b+tch n+gga, wait wait hold up hold up)

(verse)

throw it back let me hit like this
put your hands to the back
don’t be grabbin my sh+t
give me head like this
can you take it like this
if u can’t let me know
got a thick white b+tch
said she trynna get lit
got your ass hitting notes
like mariah and sh+t

i ain’t know you could sing
but u singin and sh+t
and this d+ck got you moaning
like you hurting and sh+t
im off the perc’
now my kids on the perc’
you swallow my kids
now your ass on the perc
eating my d+ck
like my sh+t a desert
i’m d+cking you down
you love when it hurt
spit in your mouth
know that sh+t get you wet wet
d+ck in your spine
when you upset
you gave me the box
when we first met
i double back cause you wet wet
v lone your body you drip
my glock on the right can’t trip
these n+ggas is weird they snakes
back to back hits
like drake
fn
cook em’
he running we blitz em’
man down
man down
he catching them bullets
like beckham
he spinning we drop em’
drop em’ dead em’
movie shot em’
grrrr bow
movie shoot em’
grrrr bow
nugget shot em’
don’t play with my top
don’t want no problem
these n+ggas is p+ssy
don’t want no problem
glock in my back pack
high as a kite
smoking thrash
same old glock
brand new opp
don’t want no war
these n+ggas is p+ssy
felines
catch a lil n+gga uh
beat down
wreck it ralph
i’m beating the p+ssy like
wreck it ralph
i’m beatin this beat
like wreck it
i’m beatin the beat
like wreck it ralph
uh uh
know these n+ggas know my bop
uh uh
got a 30 round glock
uh uh
we gone aim it at yo top
uh uh
if a n+gga wanna pop
like rocks
man i might
put the stick in the box
line his ass up
like chalk
shoutout bedstuy
my block
uh uh
know these n+ggas know my bop
uh uh
got a 30 round glock
uh uh
we gone aim it at yo top
uh uh
hold up who that?

- bingsley otb lyrics

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