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sbd gang gang - p@d lyrics

(yeah, let me put my straw hat on)
(this is a certified brony classic)

sbd gang, we gon’ get the money
sweetie belle delphine, we gon’ get the hunnids
you might think this song sucks, but you know it doesn’t
anti+bronies gonna call it what it wasn’t

we gon’ roll up wit’ the glocks and shoot a b+tch
we gon’ kiss big mac right on his lips
if it’s horse fame that we takin’, we gon’ hit the l!ck
we named our record label p+n+s @ d+ck

spin, tps, whirl, and jon
this song gonna make you say “what the f+ck are you on?”
cause we don’t give no f+cks, and no sh+ts, too
we gonna bone your mare’s ass, what the f+ck you gonna do

gonna eat that mare’s bussy like a cheeto
gonna roll up, pimpin’ in my speedo
you think brony culture is a joke
you won’t be laughing when i make your b+tch choke (on my c+ck)

some people think us bronies are really, really h+rny
stayin’ up ’til dawn, neck deep in a clopping party
but this party’s gonna be one pinkie never forgets
how could she when she’s got a dozen d…
(ewwww!)
i may be ace, but you bet i can appreciate
the subtle nuance that comes with “interpretive art”
so line the mares up, one by one
i know they wanna have fun
so let me get hard, and play my part

sbd gang, we gon’ get the money
sweetie belle delphine, we gon’ get the hunnids
you might think this song sucks, but you know it doesn’t
anti+bronies gonna call it what it wasn’t

we gon’ roll up wit’ the glocks and shoot a b+tch
we gon’ kiss big mac right on his lips
if it’s horse fame that we takin’, we gon’ hit the l!ck
we named our record label p+n+s @ d+ck

first things first, apple buck ’til she deals
tie her up, insert coins ’til she squeals
rollin’ round through town when luna raises the moon
all the ponies stare, get ready to feel (feel what)
clip clop, as i stomp ground onto the spot
all the mares drop dead at my motherf+ckin’ horse c+ck
rarity and applejack, they tend to relax
but then rainbow dash, she’ll go ten seconds flat

hehe, things about to get rollin’
she puts her ass into my hooves, i remote control it
get ready for a ride, dash, i’m about to cum (oh, yes, whirlwind)
bow wow, she can’t handle all the force as she screams
scootaloo shows up, cheering rainbow on the scene
one pony down, and the next one’s quick
it’s all in the business up at p+n+s+head+d+ck
b+tch (coming)
ah, cash money, oh yeah
cash money, oh yeah
money, oh yeah, where’s my b+tches at
yeah, bring a knife for a gun fight
money, ah yeah, force sh+t
this is the life, this is the game
uhh, plushies when i go to bronycon
all over again, at bronycon

shoot up flutters’ cottage wit’ the smith and wesson
angel bunny owes me money, teach that b+tch a lesson
score a percy’ from zecora when i know i’m stressin’
i ain’t got no bits, so i be out here finessin’

put us on the news
or put your d+ck in a noose
what are we supposed to do
do you not approve

sbd gang, we gon’ get the money
sweetie belle delphine, we gon’ get the hunnids
you might think this song sucks, but you know it doesn’t
anti+bronies gonna call it what it wasn’t

we gon’ roll up wit’ the glocks and shoot a b+tch
we gon’ kiss big mac right on his lips
if it’s horse fame that we takin’, we gon’ hit the l!ck
we named our record label p+n+s @ d+ck

- sbd gang gang lyrics

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