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brauw, lil woody & mc virgins - top mountain lyrics

[verse 1: lil woody & brauw]
flow fire, teriyaki chicken (ha)
cut a b+tch off ’cause the b+tch be b+tchin’ (huh)
whippin’ up gordon in the kitchen (huh)
pull up like b+tch from the motherf+ckin’ digits, ayy, ayy
i saw you man, he was sleepin’ like glizzy
i dj the v+jay until i get dizzy
she asked me to hang and i told her, “i’m busy”
’cause the ass was fat, but the p+ssy was fishy

[verse 2: brauw]
one, two, skip to my mood
talk sh+t about legos, then it’s mother+f+ck you
put syrup on my ankles, then i head to school
i was lyin’ ’bout the guilt, she was only forty+two
but i still beat, though
straight through her hole like i’m shootin’ free throws
sittin’ here soft like, “where’d my meat, though?”
can’t even find it like my d+ck is nemo
don’t matter, though, i got about twelve dory’s
slidin’ up, baby, every time i post this story
messages like, “yo, bro, i’m h+rny”
but if it’s not feet pics, that sh+t just bores me
b+r+a+u+w
she said, “no screenshots,” i sent it to a couple dudes
can’t even f+ck with you
listen, about time me and woody came up with something me
[verse 3: lil woody]
this [?] boomerang
blow smoke like cobain
ride ’em with the gang, gang
make the bl!cky bang, bang, ayy
goin’ apesh+t like king kong
eatin’ your b+tch like ching+chong
now i’m at your mom crib, ding+dong
fall to her knees like, “what’s wrong?”
walk in the room, make her p+ssy drip
hunnid rounds in my banana clip
i got the birds all up on my hip
i f+ck on your b+tch and then i skip
onto the highest mountain top
gettin’ top from your mother
she givin’ head like no another
i bag one b+tch, gotta bag another
we might be a great+great+mother, f+cker
ander has a little more speed

[verse 4: mc prophet]
wait, hol’ up
k!lled the p+ssy, do a little dance like joker
said she can’t breathe, eyes back when i choke her
blacked out rover, blacked out foot rub
cracked out, runnin’ with my ass out
rat and mouse, sneakin’ put the back, wow, uh
four b+tches on the floor passed out, uh
“top mountain” playin’ in the background
wwe where i smack down, hit her from the back, ow
didn’t wanna do her, but i’m k!llin’ and rippin’
and, man, i’m kiddin’, i’m spittin’ them riddens
while she just suckin’ and spittin’
man, i’m trippin’, she said she listen to mc virginity
now i know she feelin’ me when i go and flip her over
spit one, dumb bars, call ’em minnesota
ain’t n0body f+ckin’ with the kid, man, i told ya
watch your b+tch, i might have to bag, no shoulder
watch your girl, i might have to bag now

- brauw lil woody mc virgins lyrics

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