a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

prolly perry - subliminal(freestyle) lyrics

[intro] perry

aye, aye
huh, huh, yuh
(perry x3)
aye, aye
(asia banks on the track)

[hook] perry

let me just start one, two
imma f-ck that b-tch yea she right in the coupe
she goin’ suck on my d-ck, let it sh-t like noodles
imma f-ck that b-tch in the back like i’m toodles (hol up)
i ain’t really f-cking wit’ that b-tch
yea yo moms at my house, she was suckin’ ten d-ck
make that b-tch do a twist on my biscuit
f-ck on that b-tch its recording just listen
i’m in the pen i’m like ten
f-ck on that b-tch and she right in my den
d-mn i’m so chinese just like jeremy lin
me and yo’ mamma like barbie and ken
yo momma gave top she the best
you know i can’t contest
i f-ck that b-tch she the best
i f-ck that b-tch she the best

[verse] lil bolo

f-ck a lil thot
she backin it up
cuz u know a lil n-gga got (straight up)
she sucking my d-ck while i fingered her cl-t the w man you got loss
cuz you know man i just boppidy-bop (aye) boppidy-bop
21 with the savage man im just f-ckin it up man got voss
aye lil bolo on cl-t (yea)
backin it up getting lit (yea)
getting money getting rich
cuz you know man she sick
she suckin’ my d-ck while i finger the cl-t
cuz you know i’m just suckin her t-ts
i’m backin it up cuz you know i mean
backin it up where yo b-tch
she a lil b-tch (yea)
cuz you know man he a b-tch (yea)
cuz you know man i’m just f-ckin lil b-tch
backin it up getting sick
i just back it up i b-tch it down on gawd
back it up, hit yo prada man on gawd
do do do
fa fa fa
on yo b-tch -ss
cuz you kno i dont give a d-mn sh-t rag
(huh) shoot a lil b-tch
backin it up getting lit
cuz you know man i just f-ck a lil b-tch
i’m just backin it up getting sick

[hook] perry

[verse] timzxlapps

slap on his head make the profer rain
throw in some meat
i come to detain
stuck in this rage
i look for revenge
washin these walls i got blood on my hands
hold that pistol epidestris
messin with me
it could get reckless
takin these shots n-gga who is you testing
takin these drugs i’m a lethal weapon
f-ck yo life
f-ck yo turf
put you in the f-ckin dirt
put you, put you on a f-cking shirt
and ill tell you what its worth
you mess with me, you get hurt
you mess with me you get merked
over, overdose off these perks
knock his head off, watch him lurk (aye)
you ain’t even on this sh-t (uh uh)
yo b-tch suckin on my d-ck
got a gun with a 100-round clip
i swear y’all n-ggas make me sick
offin his head with a f-ckin brick
pop n-gga p-ssy just like a zit
y’all n-ggas on me like some f-ckin ticks
mess with me imma let my gun rip (aye)

[hook] perry

- prolly perry lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS