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jakewolf – she’s number 72 lyrics

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let me tell you a story about a crazy b-tch from big-d
got an -ss for a skinny b-tch, livin’ in the city
livin’ off mom and daddy, spendin’ money, gettin’ sh-tty
get f-cked, did he even say your hair was f-ckin’ pretty?

yeah, she’s always been happy on her back
gettin’ slapped with a c-ck on her sn-tch
oh my god, is that a rash?
givin’ up the -ss so fast it’s sad, beatin’ it up like everlast
check the hour gl-ss; how much time has p-ssed?

so me and this b-tch get to goin’ to a party
gotta couple drinks in her now she’s lookin’ kinda h-rny
now she’s lookin kinda flirty, snortin’, laughin’ kinda nerdy
you know how it be, she was lookin’ at me, now we gettin’ kinda dirty

but little do i know this b-tch be tryin’ to play me a f-ckin’ trick
b-tch, how am i ‘posed calm down when you grindin’ on my d-ck?
i thought i guess i’ll spend some time to get that behind
but i’ll come to find out that it ain’t that hard to get up in your sh-t

legs split, little t-ts in my fists
little mitts on my pr-ck, shake her up, shake her up a little bit
no self respect, just gettin’ wrecked, just gettin’ s-xed by the best
no time to rest, no time to test the waters, divin’ in and gettin’ sick

i really wish i hadn’t done all that although it may have been deemed
necessary even though it makes me want to f-cking scream
it makes me want to f-cking scream
it makes me want to f-cking scream
it makes me want to f-cking scream
it makes me want to

let me get this back on track, this b-tch was whack
probably smokin’ crack, doin’ smack off a hooker’s rack
always livin’ in the past, never giving back all the cr-p i spat
at her ungrateful -ss

so the day i leave for cali, girly got this dude named mikey
now he owes me a lot of money and he better give it to me
’cause i put up with his sh-t once; long story short: she’s a sl-t
but what did i expect when i got it so fast?
i was ignorant as f-ck

she’s an overratin’, hatin’, stubborn b-tch, a sp-wn of satan
baitin’ boys to her bedroom to con them into matin’
to con them into stayin’; using condoms or just fakin’?
i don’t think i’m mistaken but your cervix must me breakin’

so i hope i got you thinkin’ all the boys that you’ve been f-ckin’
must be tired of f-ckin’ tastin’ all the c-ck that you’ve been suckin’
all the c-m that you’ve been chuggin’, all the nuts that you’ve been bustin’
all the n-gg-s you’ve been hustlin’, gettin’ tired of gettin nothing

givin’ you cash for a room with no a/c to blast, i guess they guess they gettin’ somethin’
yeah, they probably hittin’ somethin’ yeah, they probably gettin’ something
humpin’ down in your bed, b-mpin’ heads, i hope your dog is dead
i don’t regret what i said, i only miss the head

should have dropped it quick when you pulled that sh-t in his back seat
i knew it never meant sh-t when you said you loved me
i knew it never meant sh-t when you said you loved me

- jakewolf lyrics

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