kle shay - miley lyrics
[insert from “fortune teller” by lil wayne]
the problem is i believe in you too much miley!
[verse 1]
miley cyrus
tiny thigh-rus
kle shay on the beat, that sh-t is slightly high risk
sh-ttin’ on the compet-tion, listen to the f-cking lyrics
before i smash steel steps on yo face, like bray wyatt
what you looking at my shorts fo’?
i got d-ck by the b-tt load
no h0m-, oh no, yo
here come the popo, wit a fo-fo
and a 40, 50 water all up in my cup hold
that’s why i’m going so slow, that slow roll
but u.o.e.n.o. though
i ain’t got no pencil
see i’m spitting sh-t so simple
to this instrumental
i be going mental
i’m a basket case, no green day
no, i’m a nerd, no kle shay
woah, jk, that is my name
yo, i won that sh-t in a sweepstakes
[verse 2]
this beat sounds like it’s underwater…
taking it back to old sh-t!
oh sh-t, you’s a broke b-tch!
you a broke b-tch? then go on ebay, and just sell your soul, b-tch
i mean why not? you ain’t using it, by god
what type of sh-t am i on? i ain’t even mad, so bye hun
let bygones be “bye, gone’s”, and let my song carry on
no wayward son! hey, we’re done!
paper cuts, grace my thumbs
from the lyrics i wrote about you that i don’t wanna say no more
wh0r-…
miley cyrus, don’t call me anymore i am glad we are over
you freaking stole my cd collection
give it back hoe, or i’ll sue ya
for child support, miles of p-rn, all up in my file storage
of miley of course, up on all fours, like a hummer
i’m bored, looking for
[verse 3]
can’t lose, can’t win
no friends? make pretend
and get a thermometer and stick it up my -ss, cause i’m leaking hot sh-t
stop b-tch, that’s my d-ck!
can’t have it, you ratchet!
got a bad b-tch, got a bad b-tch, got a bad b-tch, got a bad b-tch; god d-mn!
wam, bam, thank ya ma’am!
thought i told you look at my hand
i got your nose, since i got you close
put your face in my b-tt, cause you’re a brown nose
get out my business, my p-n-s big like a skyscr-per
thank ya, for listening to this song
it’s about protection… wear it!
condoms, god just
stop this, song cause
i’m done, spittin’
sh-ttin’ p-ssin’
that’s a good combination
nation, i’m sxe like phillip
defranco, can’t go
any longer, i’m a gecko
at petco, wako
texas, semtex’s, kleenexes
kle’s exes, be b-tches
he said this, in english
for my teachers, teachin’
me things, okay just stop this
go to the next track
cause i… am finished
grape
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