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kwinsch - i gtg lol sorry lyrics

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run on a train on her
run, run, run, run on a train on her (choo choo)
all the d-cks in her mouth i think she got the flu
counting up all my bands, all i can see is blue
we got 10 minutes little girl lets make do
on the court, cooking like some f-cking barbecue

wait

you don’t want to motherf-cking test me
i’ll cook you up as a motherf-cking lefty
your girl came in with lingerie all motherf-cking ready
got 40 on my wrist, i hope you’re f-cking jelly

b-tch!

i said i’m getting f-cking rich
i just f-cked your b-tch and she gave me some bands (i think they’re yours)
your girl’s undies in my motherf-cking drawer
she screaming out every motherf-cking-f-cking word
the neighbors can hear her from indoors
i said the neighbors can hear her from indoors!
b-tch

nothing here is about to be discreet
your girl and homies got my songs on repeat
your friends so weak like some motherf-cking wheat-wheat
and i dragged your girl back home from my backseat

and your girl sent me motherf-cking teasers
my wrist so icy it belongs in the f-cking freezer
i love to f-ck your girl in my leisure
she stop halfway through; she need a motherf-cking breather (aye!)

let’s hope our baby don’t come from under the bleachers
every time you call me out
i only get more features
i said i only get more motherf-cking-f-cking features
b-tch!

shoutout rand0m beats, you know what the f-ck going on

- kwinsch lyrics

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