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shehateskodoku – chomp chomp! lyrics

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verse 1 (shehateskodoku):
i can call a shooter with a stick n+gga cl!ck clack
shawty suck my d+ck but you really want yo b+tch back
can’t guard me lil n+gga its a mismatch
pull up ona n+gga talking she he get b+tch slapped
mac 11 sauce ordering beef like its a big mac
i can run the beat up up in seconds like a long track
running up the bills just like a motherf+cking comcast
masked up in yo neighborhood you know that we in all black
i can call yo b+tch up on the phone hangup n call back
never had another plan lil n+gga i won’t fall back
that’s why b+tches hate me and these lil n+ggas all mad
p+ssy n+gga talking lil b+tch i let my stick talk
shooting at his feet i make a motherf+cker crip walk
had a n+gga flabergasted n+gga that’s a big talk
only hit me up foe d+ck and money get the b+tch blocked
bling bling bloaw p+ssy n+gga that’s the wrist watch
suck my d+ck n then after i nut b+tch you can hit rocks
i got lil homies on the block selling moonrock
boondocks riley with glock a n+gga get popped
who shot that’s the hot topic got a hot shot
hop scotch all upon my d+ck the b+tch go nonstop
crokpot cook a n+gga up serving the poprock
n+ggas talking sh+t i let em loose just like a chomp chomp
before she eat d+ck she saying cheers just like a pomp pomp
p+ssy n+gga talking leave em in the chop shop
not talk leave a f+ck n+gga in the drop top
mop mop n+gga onna ground sleeping nonstop
verse 2 (sebzera):
mouth on my d+ck like a chomp chomp
f+ck from the back make it shake like a pom pom ugh (ugh)
i got some racks like a mall do ugh (ugh)
hit yo’ baby up in the mall dude ugh (ugh)
imma pay you back when i want to ugh (ugh)
how you wanna trap? you dont ball dude ugh (ugh)
got yo b+tch wet imma f+ck too ugh (ugh)
motherf+ck+ why you laugh? im serious
half my shawties wanna f+ck, my sign aquarius
all this drank got me feeling quite furious
sh+t, my new name? h20 delirious
n+gga catch a bullet, jerry rice
imma cook ya’ body up in different herbs and spices
next time, run up + i bet i won’t be nice
playin’ with yo’ soul, you n+ggas dead on my life b+tch



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