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lil wolfie - coins lyrics

(chorus: alen)
let’s take a wack beat and make it into a wack song
bring some b-tches in, what could possibly go wrong, ay
nothin’ personal, i shit on the creepers tonight
lookin’ through my drawers and i can’t find my fleshlight

(verse 1: alen)
they call me f-glen cause i’m touching all these boys
pop another motherf-cker and oops, grab that coin
that i missed, and i pissed, all over the hard wood floor
you’re a f-ckin’ whore, oops, i might’ve shitted on the door
i rap to the core, yet you’re sloppy, messin’ up
like spaghetti, or nigwards chicken, let’s grease it up
when i see your pussy and your tits you know i’ll feast up
‘til it’s gone, spew my c-mmies, lemme seed it up, yeah
on a track i rap it mean, i spit this out like a machine
i’ll spit fire so hot that it leaves your c-ck steamed
better calm down cause i ain’t done with you yet
lemme grab those br–sts, call you green cause you’re f-ckin’ shrek
i’m gettin’ all these texts, all these b-tches wanna sext
i’d rather get an orange, put my c-ck through it, sex!
i could hit em with the kek or hit em with the bruh
maybe hit em with the folks, or i could hit em with the- gyuh huh

(verse 2: banjo & kazooie)
(b) it’s me! you know it’s motherf-cking banjo
(k) and kazooie on the track, you know we’re ready to flow
(b) ill grab your b-tch and.. uh.. maybe pee in her
(k) sorry, sometimes banjo likes to have a seizure
nothin’ too special, didn’t get no big huge build up
like when we had to face the motherf-ckin’ b-tch gruntilda
and when we see that yummy fud, you know we’ll be lickin’
eat it all up and- (nigward) i smell chicken!

(chorus: alen, nigward)
let’s take a wack beat and make it into a wack song
bring some b-tches in, what could possibly go wrong, ay
nothin’ personal, i shit on the creepers tonight
lookin’ through my drawers and i can’t find my fleshlight (chicken!)

(outro: alen)
went to take a piss but now i’m crackin’ back with the flame
people try to slander my name and try to take my fame but
you know what i do? i shove my fingers up their -ss
until they’re p-ssin’ gas, unless that b-tch is lookin’ fat
you’re green like a plant, my c-ck is blue like you
what are you gonna do? bleed red like your poo?
that’s what i f-ckin’ thought, don’t be actin’ like a thot
or else imma leave you shot in the c-ck with a glock (pop)

- lil wolfie lyrics

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