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muze sikk – pourin’ up lyrics

my batch of league is a number
i feel like benny rodriguez
pickle the beast no cuc-mber
she wanna rub on my p-n-s

i put the all in the blunt
i put the work in the stunt
she told me come on her stomach
i put the skeet in her b-tt

i put the skirt in the scrum
and i got the keys to crumbs
porking your mum she told me to keep mumb
but i gotta say she was down from the jump
i feel like kobe so watch as me dunk
whole crowd was shushed
and i was like what ?
then i looked up at the backboard
the gl-ss had been smashed
game breaker sh-t
my opponents were crushed

somebody asked bout my rari
somebody asked bout my watch
both them somebody’s models
both of them sucked on my nuts

who the f-ck is on my level imma bout to get the shovel
bury every f-ckboy
cuddle with a bubble b-tt and stumble on some guts

b-tch you know i’m bout dollars
f-ck around with bambino
suck me off and then swallow

gobble up the nonsense
such a baller thought process
i got yachts in college parks
broken gl-ss and sharpened shards
sikk about the bars

bob your head like barker
imma cosmic goner
got her out her thong and hopping on a
up and coming rap phenoma
non abrasive l!cks the cadence kicks
the babes will swish the d-ck like tooth picks

whose this ?

it’s muze sikk

(hook)

stacking cash up to the rafters in her -ss i stash my slab of solid gold
composure
i’m young white yoda

jedi master when i m-st-rbate
im fapping at a faster rate
onto sikks chicks t-ts
sikk spits sick
mf what is up tho?
you should know by now that we cutthroat
king of the mf jungle
i repeat:

king of the jungle

taylor swift she always knew that i was trouble
quicker than your sis with my buckle
all this weak sh-t make me chuckle
im the f-cking sh-t your full of sh-t just like a b-tthole
all i wanna do is get the money
f-ck a couple playboy bunnies in my brand new mansion
y’all creeping like charles no manson
imma keep it 100 wit you
all i do is fancy
im a serial k!ller
plus i raise the dead
got snap crackle pop coming outta the pantry
and boy i know you sweet like candy
got the b-tch -ss ho -ss mentality

she put the lube on her t-tties
(yes)
i eat the poon i like kitty
(yes)
you don’t believe me then come to my city
y’all obsolete just like cds
i showed up drunk to the meeting
still had the cup and the cleaning lady could not speak much english
but in my pool she put that english
onto my big white b-lls
these p-ssies get picked apart
keep pushing b-tch walk the talk
i went to the doctor she swabbed my c-ck
i had the drip for a week tho
that sh-t it burnt when i peed tho
i took a p-ss in your peep hole
eyes stung when i speak tho

(hook)

- muze sikk lyrics

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