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lul booga - tilly wacker lyrics

[intro]
the lyrics in this song is uh, based on a true story
true events and allat
you know

[verse]
aye
i had yo’ b+tch suckin’ d+ck, she used her t++th, i had to slap the b+tch (i had to slap the b+tch)
i don’t give a f+ck, i get my bucks and then i pass the b+tch (i had to pass her)
silly b+tch just bit my tilly wacker, got me mad as sh+t (it got me mad as sh+t)
but the poonan was great, i’m finna smash again (i’m finna smash again)
i told her, “you can be my b+tch just bring the baggage in” (just bring the bread to me)
she f+gged on me, i forgave her, then she f+gged again (then she f+gged again)
just thinkin’ ‘bout that sh+t, it got me mad again (huh)
sh+t, let me sip this wock before i spazz again (before i spazz again)
smokin’ zaza with j gin, i spilled some ash on me (i spilled some ash on me)
my b+tch mad ‘cause her friend was shakin’ ass on me (she throwin’ booty at me)
now she puttin’ hands on me tryna beat me up (she tryna beat me up)
then she slipped v++gr+ in my cup and made me eat her b+tt (she bill cosby’d me)
she put v++gr+ in my cup and made me eat her ass (she made me eat her ass)
i woke up the next morning still tasting ass (still tasting ass)
i went to the bathroom so i could brush my t++th (so i could brush my t++th)
then i beat the b+tch up and i made her leave (huh)
and it’s something fishy ‘bout the b+tch, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout her ph (talkin’ ‘bout her ph)
‘cause i can f+ck any b+tch i want ‘cause i’m a free agent (i’m a free agent)
like gimmie her, and gimmie her, and gimmie me her (and gimmie her too)
i don’t want yo’ coochie, i’ma need what’s in yo’ purse (i’ma need what’s in yo’ purse, n+gga)
i swear to god i need a b+tch that i could love on (that i could love on)
i’ll be rocking with mcqueen like i’m tow mater (kachow)
execute plan a, do plan b later (do plan b later)
i nutted in the b+tch again for a plan b later
the b+tch said she need a ride, i’m not gon’ take her (b+tch, walk)
b+tch, i’m a warrior i am not no laker (not no laker, n+gga)
n+ggas flexin’ poles on the gram but you not gon’ bust it (you ain’t gon’ shoot it)
and that money in yo’ hand, that is not yo’ paper (this not yo’ money)
and that b+tch you think yo’ b+tch, that is not yo’ b+tch (that ain’t yo’ b+tch, n+gga)
she was just on instagram sending nasty pics (sendin’ nudes to me)
she be all up on my phone sayin’ nasty sh+t (this ain’t new to me)
i don’t even wanna cuff, i wanna smash the b+tch (i wanna f+ck that b+tch)
yeah, you know what time i’m on, you don’t need no clock (you don’t need no clock)
she throw it back while we f+ckin’, no need to stop (huh)
she said she can feel it in her stomach, i beat the box (i beat it up)
she start singing she in love, b+tch, i think not (i don’t think so)
we can f+ck a couple times but i’m not gon’ date her (i’m not)
i might do a speed+walk but i’m not gon’ chase her (i’m not gon’ chase her)
she gon’ volunteer to be a hoe, i’m not gon’ make her (i won’t make her)
she gon’ bring me a meal like she my waiter (like she my waiter)
then i say gracias in español
we can f+ck one more time, then you gotta go (you gotta go)
she tried to bamboozle me, told me f+ck her raw (huh)
then this outta pocket b+tch tried to steal my drawls (stupid b+tch)
[outro]
n+gga, huh (huh)
aye, then this outta pocket b+tch tried to steal my drawls
like, what the f+ck is wrong with this b+tch? (huh)
i’ll beat yo’ ass again
on my momma, aye, huh
on my momma, n+gga, huh
on my momma, n+gga
it’s lul booga, n+gga, huh

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