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foreign guapo - no sauce pt. 2 (ft. poochy) lyrics

[intro]

put the money in the bag b-tch
guapo, i wit’ poochy
you already know what the f-ck goin’ on
you know wat’ i’m sayin’

[verse 1: foreign guapo]

watchin’ anime while i m-st-rbate
yo’ b-tch got a fatty waist
now she a heavy weight
booty in my face
that b-tch made me suffocate
suckin’ on your toes, f-ck the orbit then i penetrate
she suck my b-n-r, then swallow my slime
i bust on her dimples, i bust on her eyes
i cover her face, she thought she was blind
don’t like her face so i hit from behind
whip out a fork on that p-ssy i dine
i pop a v–gr- your b-tch lookin’ fine
so many hoes they makin’ a line
only in that -ss six seconds like a vine
used to suck toes and b-tch i still am
interestin’ b-tch and she lookin’ like a stick man
f-ck her all night make it hard for her to sit down
big t-tty goth girl she slit wrist now
gobble my d-ck cuz yo’ b-tch lookin’ hungry
swallow my s-m-n she said it was yummy
my d-ck up that p-ssy that sh-t touch yo’ tummy
hit from the back then i p-ss to my buddy
wall street jumpin’ like hurdles no track meet
look at my chain sh-t yellow like a taxi
f-ckin’ with my gang we gon’ poppy it like a xanny
you know me it’s guapo but yo’ b-tch call me daddy

[verse 2: foreign guapo]

i put the lean in the water dispensary
i f-ck her once and now she wanna’ get with me
i’m in her mouth and i give her my remedy
she like my d-ck and now she want the recipe
i keep the rifle that sh-ts a necessity
only f-ck girls who’s messed up mentally
clap on that -ss yeah that booty got density
you rappers are trash and i -ssort my supremacy (woah)

[verse 3: poochy]

yuh, ay, yuh big poochy in this b-tch
n-gga, gang, ay, ay, ay, ay
i like fat b-tches all wet f-ckin toes
don’t f-ck a b-tch only anime hoes
don’t mind me i’m just suckin’ off a [?]
n-gga it’s weird and it’s little gross
i f-ck yo’ grandma i’ll f-ck your dog
vro n-ggas they f-ckin’ bald (f-ckin bald)
skeeted once i went in raw (went in raw)
f-ck a great thirty round drum
b-tches yeah they always complain take off her clothes
then i f-ck her membrane (membrane)
gbd thats what i claim
gucci ball blums we insane
i got bread like the n-gga bruce wayne
six b-tches on my lap lets run train
deep in the p-ssy like a billow with a plane
slob on my kn-b f-ck a n-gga plain jane
i look like smokepurpp but i might be r-t-rded
steal a b-tches car in my pants i just farted
no i’m not mexican i ain’t been deported
five b-tches in my lap they been imported
hoodin’ round blastin’ on a n-ggas feet
sellin’ drugs f-ckin’ b-tches they yeet my meat
highlights skies but norma no cleats
fully down red like a white n-gga’s sheets

- foreign guapo lyrics

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