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ouija macc & golden bsp - day of the dead lyrics

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[chorus: golden bsp]
it’s pony and ouija in mexico
came in from texas now we in her mouth like a pelican
she get the best of both tell her to spit when she gargle my t+st+cl+
day of the dead we a vendetta (?) we came for the festival
i ate an edible it got me spinning i threw up my whiskey i think that i better go

[verse 1: golden bsp]
2 cup yeah money my faygo and she looking sl+tty i bang her, mommy come hop on my saddle and see if you manage
that p+ssy hot as a candle (?)
when she eat on my banana
and she wanna dance and i can not dance with a b+tch
lean have me i can not stand up
i’m off the xannies tho that sh+t f+cked up my whole summer and crash in the road in my caddio
well it they way it go she call me daddio
she bang around like a matador
i got a fatty roll
i smoke while she give me top on the patio
she a lil baddie hoe she only 21
i give her savage mode that p+ssy juicy as cantaloupe that p+ssy she rockin’ camel toe
[chorus: golden bsp]
it’s pony and ouija in mexico
came in from texas now we in her mouth like a pelican
she get the best of both tell her to spit when she gargle my t+st+cl+
day of the dead we a vendetta (?) we came for the festival
i ate an edible it got me spinning i threw up my whiskey i think that i better go

[verse 2: ouija macc]
we on that b+tch out in ensenada
only with ouija oh there’s a problem
if you ain’t know you better ask somebody
shawty go vegan my enchilada
dollar fifty get you a six dos equis and i’m in this b+tch til’ i feel like i’m finished
all my brothers getting rich and all the sh+t that come with it
don’t be talking bout you wicked ‘less you really coming wicked with it (yeahh yeahhh yeahhhh)
don’t be talking bout you wicked ‘less the hatchet in the sentence i’ma hit yo f+ckin’ forehead and dent it (hol’ up)
who these motherf+ckers in the party whoop whooping in it
get the motherf+cking message fore the judge call me eric and my name get numeric in this motherf+cker

[chorus: golden bsp]
it’s pony and ouija in mexico
came in from texas now we in her mouth like a pelican
she get the best of both tell her to spit when she gargle my t+st+cl+
day of the dead we a vendetta (?) we came for the festival
i ate an edible it got me spinning i threw up my whiskey i think that i better go



- ouija macc golden bsp lyrics

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