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lil celery - lemke lyrics

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[intro]
mr. lemke
ooh mr. lemke let’s go

[verse 1]
drain my b+lls like steph curry
in a hurry now
better scurry now
c+ck ’bouta flurry and freeze
it sure is a breeze
when you get down 90 degrees

p+ssy like a bobcat
p+n+s like a tophat
lookin’ like a muskrat
mushtats on your face
debase, bitter
s+m+n apple fritter
my noodly wrath
our s+x like math

you add the bed
subtract the clothes
divide the legs
and then multiply
beware of the lemke
squeeze your dong empty
the only mc who can f+ck me
senselessly
senselessly
senselessly, yeah
with a bag of wendy’s

[chorus]
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck on your b+lls, b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck on your b+lls, b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck on your b+lls, b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
he’ll l!ck your b+lls, hun!

[post+chorus]
now listen to me matthew
don’t you dare chew on my glue
unless i want you to

cum in my chevrolet
it’s a mighty+fine 3+way
even got lil holes too
[verse 2]
it’s a monkey party
darn+tootin’ suck my hardy nardies
flippy+doo+daa s+m+n shanty
eye candy
cum in my eyes ’til i can’t see
bear witness to your dk skin
knew it was meant to be

tear off them spandex panties
get this show on the road
spread the std’s
my knees
gettin’ pretty weak
why you feelin’ upset?
even fire hydrants can’t get us this f+ckin’ wet

sacrifice the orphans to the blood god
formin’ blood clots in our c+cks
not a woman in sight to cleanse our d+cks
understandably so cause a hoe can’t match these
lemke l!cks

[chorus]
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck on your b+lls, b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck on your b+lls, b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck on your b+lls, b+lls
lemme lemke l!ck your b+lls
he’ll l!ck your b+lls, hun!
cause i’m+
drivin’ down the freeway
doin’ a 3+way
chevrolet rental
gettin’ pretty mental
(x3)

drivin’ down the freeway
doin’ a 3+way
gettin’ pulled over
everybody keep your cool!

[verse 3]
so much ammunition i’m givin’ you
swallow however you want but honey do+
not start chokin’ i ain’t f+ckin’ jokin’
my celery stick the only thing you smokin’
leather seats are soaking up the cum
and i can use my thumb to jam it up your assh0l+
matt, why you like dudes? is it cause it’s so fun?
yuh!

[outro]
mr. lemke likes dudes!
mr. lemke likes dudes!
mr. lemke likes dudes!
mr. lemke likes dudes!
mr. lemke likes dudes!
mr. lemke likes dudes!
mr. lemke likes dudes!
and i sent him all my nudes!

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