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mini ballsack - floor 69 lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1 + lil b+llsack]

f+ckin’ homie gettin’ mad at me for lookin’ at his ass

homie mini wheat and i are makin’ music every weekend

tryna pull up on me but you f+ckin’ dumber than a fetus
punch that b+tch at chick fil’a cause she spit in my food
and i’m texting with your girlfriend now i’m sending her some nudes

and i’m all up with your homie having s+x and getting high

and i’m stealing all your boyfriends, makin’ all yo b+tches mine
selling d+ck enlargement pills behind the burger king
all up in the bedroom made your homie suck my thing
b+tches callin’ me a litter box, i’m always full of sh+t
mini wheat is going next, and you know he gonna spit

[verse 2 + mini wheat]

b+tches beat me, like i’m a dead horse
and i’m not a star wars fan what the f+ck is the force?
and i pull up, in my skinny jeans
tryna say i fell off, what the f+ck do you mean?
yo i’m f+cked up, just like yo god d+mn b+tch
f+cked her hard, got her pregnant just like the mating press, yeah
uh
that’s right
and i’m feeling like i just might
splooge all over the f+ckin’ mic
d+mn
wish i was a man, and i’m workin at the jersey mike
shiddin’ on yo ham
f+ckin’ come at me
and man, you gonna see, what it’s like to be a dead meme
motherf+cking e, yeah
he pulled out the glock, but i pulled out my c+ck
told him get on his knees, cause this sh+t he gon need
and i’m buff like the rock, that b+tch sucks on my c+ck
cum up all in his jeans, right, uh

- mini ballsack lyrics

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