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scxtt pilgrim & mastamiind - minute maid lyrics

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[intro]
good evening twitter this is ya boy, eat dat p-ssy 445 (give me up f-cking toes n-gga)
ayo turn the beat up, turn it up
i gotchu
it’s at max, it is at maximum volume
i don’t understand

[chorus: scxtt pilgrim]
aye 1,2,3
yuh, okay like
i be flying high up in the sky just like a satellite
and i’m feeling hungry i might think i got an appet-te
praying that these b-tches p-ss me off and i might fight a dyk-

ooh, d-mn! you get it, i whip it?
she misbehave best get to back to the kitchen
you best believe that i’m fly like a pigeon
and i got the bars like imma cell door in a prison

ay but like, whatchu thinking so far?
yea! it’s hard!

imma hit the beat just like an 808
i’m finna, get the juice like it’s minute maid
i’m burning up the like the sun, you could use some shade
and she blow on my d-ck like it’s creme broulea, uh

okay like
making it rain just like the weatherman
honestly i might just go and finger f-ck a b-tch right of the adrenaline
got your girlie bumping all my song cus all they better than
and she got a big gapped tooth david letterman (yea, okay)

[verse 1: mastamiind]
im back like a scoliosis
all but focused
like a witch i got the potion
im atrocious
two dots on em like a colon
aim at sofas
crazy when i crunch the beat
like its cinnamon toasted uh yeah

ayo miind, what u think of this beat?
yea, its fye !
tight as a tie
and my bread stacking high
b-tch sweet lemon lime
that chick mighty fine

you a p-ssy you running like mr noodle
she l!ck icing off my d-ck like a toaster strudel
she eat d-ck like chips like a bag of bugles
f-ck a grandma that can’t work computers

like its planet drool i think n-ggas they sleep on us
my coupe the color of funions i’m rude on it
punch a b-tch boy in a loop, got his tooth flying
minute maid my drip be sweet like the juice on it

she take kids on that -ss like a booster seat
i can’t f-ck the b-tch if she got rooster feet
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas
its done, capeche
b-tch getting wetter than a f-cking coral reef

and im sorry not sorry i dont fw peeps
unless its my n-gga scott
then we must defeat
n-ggas watching our moves
my neck wet like a pool
and we back in this b-tch with ya b-tch to keep (wh0r-!)

[chorus: scxtt pilgrim]
aye 1,2,3
yuh, ok like
i be flying high up in the sky just like a satellite
and i’m feeling hungry i might think i got an appet-te
praying that these b-tches p-ss me off and i might fight a dyk-

ooh, d-mn! you get it, i whip it?
she misbehave best get to back to the kitchen
you best believe that i’m fly like a pigeon
and i got the bars like imma cell door in a prison

ay but like, whatchu thinking so far?
yea, it’s hard!

imma hit the beat just like an 808
i’m finna, get the juice like it’s minute maid
i’m burning up the like the sun, you could use some shade
and she blow on my d-ck like it’s creme broulea, uh

okay like!
making it rain just like the weatherman
honestly i might just go and finger f-ck a b-tch right of the adrenaline
got your girlie bumping all my song cus all they better than
and she got a big gapped tooth david letterman

- scxtt pilgrim mastamiind lyrics

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