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poot poot pearl - ripley (can’t you believe it?) lyrics

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[intro]
uh, excuse me
what?
what song are you listening right now on the phone?
i can’t hear you
w+what song are you listening on the phone?
oh, poot poot pearl
duh

[verse 1]
p+ssy like santa
fat and keeps giving
it’s thrilling
the life i’m living
from the bar to the club
to your boyfriends crib
there hasn’t been a day
where i didn’t win
yes, i’m that b+tch
and some people don’t like that
just cause they can’t
have their man back
i can’t help that my p+ssy’s like glue
and it happened to stick to your man and his crew
move over
got coneflower tits, not clovers
lights are off when my man is over
not your man, he’s mine
we’re closer
not your man, he’s mine
we’re closer
[verse 2]
all i hear is squeak squeak squeak
when you speak
baby kiss my cheek
mwa, that’s tres chic
let the song speak for yourself: you reek
that’s my critique
hate’s what you seek
yes i’m so sleek
watch the crowd shriek
take a peek, take a peek
i’m at my peak
when you’re so weak
your years rent
i can make in a week
i didn’t lie
i’m the one to beat
you look so beat
well, ain’t that sweet
a girl like me’s unique
sent from heaven
but i’m a freak in the sheets

[verse 3]
p+ssy in the top 1 percent
living in a dream
that i once dreamt
can’t even count all the money ive spent
don’t even get me started on the amount i’ve lent
p+ssy like a hallway
your man walks down it
ain’t no frownin’
when that dude slide down it
and this p+ssy bald
i millie bobby browned it
when i let it free
all the boys surround it
am i on man vs food?
cause my p+ssy’s always ate
dudes lined up at my door
we don’t need a first date
b00bs big
ass fat
i’m built like an 8
but i look like a 10
[verse 4]
need a d+ck like the big ben (ben)
when fakes ask how i’ve been
im like you’ve known me like since when? (when)
don’t act like you’re a friend
cause i’m tryna keep my zen (zen)
and don’t mess with my pen (pen)
i’m more than just a trend (trend)
i got bars they can’t comprehend
all my clones will just pretend
i’m in everyone’s conversation
they all wanna know who i’m datin’
but b+tch im taken (taken)
your mom’s house is my destination

[interlude: poot poot pear, brittany seville]
oh no, you didn’t
oh yes, she did
oh no, you didn’t
oh yes, she did
oh no, you didn’t
oh yes, she did
oh no, you didn’t
oh yes, she did

[verse 5]
back arched like prince william’s hairline
p+ssy bald like fantano’s head
you already know that my kitty is sublime
cause right now i’m in your man’s bed
super bowl lipo
it’s my time
to show y’all why i’m one of a kind (one of a kind)
if you don’t know then you’re behind
roblox woman is what i define
[bridge]
all this ass, can you believe it?
all these stacks, can you believe it?
my big fat rack, can you believe it?
ripley, can you believe it?
top of the charts, can you believe it?
make the best art, can you believe it?
got simps like bart, can you believe it?
ripley, can you believe it?
smoking looks, can you believe it?
got private cooks, can you believe it?
i’m in the books, can you believe it?
ripley, can you believe it?
i’m what they want, can you believe it?
i’m serving c+nt, can you believe it?
mansion lakefront, can you believe it?
oh honey, you believe it

(duh)

[verse 1]
p+ssy like santa
fat and keeps giving
it’s thrilling
the life i’m living
from the bar to the club
to your boyfriends crib
there hasn’t been a day
where i didn’t win
yes, i’m that b+tch
and some people don’t like that
just cause they can’t
have their man back
i can’t help that my p+ssy’s like glue
and it happened to stick to your man and his crew
move over
got coneflower tits, not clovers
lights are off when my man is over
not your man, he’s mine
we’re closer
not your man, he’s mine
we’re closer

[verse 2]
all i hear is squeak squeak squeak
when you speak
baby kiss my cheek
mwa, that’s tres chic
let the song speak for yourself: you reek
that’s my critique
hate’s what you seek



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