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cole myer - crusty ugly rusty dirty dusty moldy lyrics

thank you ro, that is so sweet

i thought i told you that i loved you (i love you)
i kicked you out the door cause i don’t wanna touch you
i’d rather cheat with her than f+ck you (well f+ck you)
you’d rather cheat with him than f+ck me (well f+ck me)
so what we doing here
i thought that i told you that a p+ssy is crusty and ugly and rusty and dirty and dusty and moldy
i don’t wanna touch that b+tch, she’s older than her 30s
i’m rollin’ around, i’m playin’ in the mud like where the dirt be (where the dirt be)
i be in kentucky with jack harlow, watchin’ derby (at the derby)
everything i see i consume like my name is kirby (i’m kirby)
hit a little b+tch straight from the back while i put on my burt’s bees (my burt’s bees)
y’all bе switchin’ teams so much that you don’t even got a jеrsey (no jersey)
i’m the super villain, why you mess with me? you tryna hurt me (you tryna hurt me)

laughin’ at these women, hold up, laughin’ at you b+tches (ha, ha, ha, ha)
i’ma go and make a movie like chris paul, i didn’t finish (na, na, na, na)
hey, he messin’ with the younger boys, he finna get diminished (ah, ha, ha, ha)
i’m a man of the people, watch me smile and wave at children (na, na, na, na)
she can pull up on me at midnight and i’m gon’ make it wet (pull up on me)
i’m a triple dog, dare your ass to make that sh+t a bet (you won’t make that bet)
gotta walk up on the stage and gotta go practice my set
i’ma deny every allegation, i don’t want a threat (i don’t want a threat)

pull up on me four a.m. and i’m gon’ make it splash
that b+tch been goin’ crazy off a psychedelic tabs
she was seein’ things up on the floor, spiders in a hatch
only thing i ever really wanted was a million racks
i was f+ckin’ with that b+tch, but we don’t gotta talk about that
we can talk about the positives, i got a bigger bag
i can flip your bag at neiman marcus, throw it in a sack
respectively, lil’ baby, i ain’t never known to lack
all i know is get some money, then a b+tch and we gon’ mack
and that boy be like a pokemon, i’m flyin’ on his back
they scammed my b+tch ass outta 80 bucks, i never pay him tax
still gon’ hype me up up in this b+tch, i walk in serving packs
laughin’ at these women, hold up, laughin’ at you b+tches (ha, ha, ha, ha)
i’ma go and make a movie like chris paul, i didn’t finish (na, na, na, na)
hey, he messin’ with the younger boys, he finna get diminished (ah, ha, ha, ha)
i’m a man of the people, watch me smile and wave at children (na, na, na, na)
she can pull up on me at midnight and i’m gon’ make it wet (pull up on me)
i’m a triple dog, dare your ass to make that sh+t a bet (you won’t make that bet)
gotta walk up on the stage and gotta go practice my set
i’ma deny every allegation, i don’t want a threat

- cole myer lyrics

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