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dirty motrin – yung pac-man lyrics

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yung pac+man lyrics
+yung beans+

[ intro: dirty motrin ]

i got a bad b+tch…

i got a bad b+tch…

i got a bad b+tch…

[ verse 1: dirty motrin ]
i got a bad b+tch down in la
she love hova
when i pull up
bring my racks out
side b+tch
n she go to nova
when i see her in public
i dont know her
why would i ever expose myself
by engaging with peasants
she pray for the d+ck like a reverend
pay for her titties and make em like melons
no i dont f+ck with no pheasants
f+ck is this? pheasant house?
i’m getting breaded. i don’t live at pheasant house

i’m lightning mcqueen
man you can’t compete
eating 7 days a week
your home my d+ck yuh that b+tch a freak
bought the street sweeper to clean up the streets
he like the kitchen but can’t take the heat
man im all in her guts man man im all in her spleen
pouring nyquil in the nighttime
while she gon crush up the beans
i call my hoe at the righttime
and she in the uber on the way
i be posted in the treetops
dont you know where i stay

[bridge: dirty motrin ]
club be so far away
yuh
the past seem so far away
yuh
the end seem so far away
yuh
the truth be so far away
the answer be so far away

(god d+mnit woshi! you did it again!)

[beat change]

+yung stripes+

[chorus: dirty motrin]
i keep sh+t a hunnid and it shows it on the dash
i put a hunnid in her panties and i spank her on the ass
i spit on peasants and i laugh
my money tall like a giraffe
giraffes… they ain’t got stripes tho

[verse 2: parish gunnar]
(parish)
me and motrin yea we put that on the bible
pg pg yea im drivin w my eyes closed
pour up a eight light a wood up just like pyro
(yuh)
promethazine in my natty
yo hoe callin me daddy
why she tryna tag me
while im with my slattys
im chillin off this addy
while you tweakin on me come on girl
add two hoes to the book
now we gettin busy
fightin off the demons
while i’m movin in the city
(uh huh)
rollin off a thirty rock
it got me drippin silly
dostoevsky f+ck ya we gettin vodka litty

[chorus: dirty motrin]
i keep sh+t a hunnid and it shows it on the dash
i put a hunnid in her panties and i spank her on the ass
i spit on peasants and i laugh
my money tall like a giraffe
giraffes… they ain’t got stripes tho



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