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shotgun willy - cheat codes for hoes lyrics

[the chordettes]
mr. sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung)
make him the cutest that i’ve ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)
give him two lips like roses and clover (bung, bung, bung, bung)
then tell him that his lonesome nights are- p-ssy

[verse 1: shotgun w-lly]
hit a l!ck with a b-tch from the bayou
make sure the p-ssy bald no caillou
haduken yo’ -ss like i’m ryu
i’ll splash on yo -ss like a ice cube
chapstick on my lips and i’m looking like a b-tch
ya, i had a couple kids but i threw them in a ditch
put the ice all on my wrist
know a dike with a whip, we could take for a spin if we back before 10 and
i been f-ckin’ b-tches in my minivan
and i been flippin’ switches cause i know i can
and, post my sh-t on pinterest, cop a couple fans
and, i hope that you’re listening ’cause i’m goin’ ham
i’ve been doin’ c0ke, no cola, got to get the f-ckin’ white
i hit her on my motorola, shorty wanna f-ck tonight (f-ck tonight)
i’m sick as f-ck but no ebola, dirty in my f-ckin’ sprite
and i got game but no controller, cooking up like walter white (huh?)

[chorus: shotgun w-lly]
like left right, left right, upper cut
stupid sl-t gone suck my nuts (aye)
up down up down aye b-tch what?
run it up run it up run it up run it up
like left right, left right, upper cut
stupid sl-t gon’ suck my nuts (yeah)
up down, up down, aye b-tch what?
run it up run it up run it up run it up

[verse 2: shotgun w-lly]
didn’t wanna get it but i had to go and get it so i copped a couple things to get my rocks off, ayy
didn’t wanna f-ck her but i had to go and f-ck her so i did that sh-t quick with my socks on, ayy (okay)
this and that the back fourth
it’s so much work like playin’ sports
so f-ck the wh0r- (f-ck that b-tch)
i did my time i lost my mind
she hot as f-ck like lemon lime
still wanting more (i still want more tho)

[verse 3: traqula]
pull up with a b-tch and ’boutta show her i’m a king (what)
gonna pick her up gonna, give the b-tch a ring (ooh)
psych, dude i don’t like you, don’t wanna hit you
now my boo but, uuh
we watching tv, got a big d
like a big d-ck, see these nuts but they gotta be pg
water dripping like fiji
but when you wanna smash i’m dtf

[chorus 2: shotgun w-lly, traqula & both]
i’m back seat pimpin’ with a hoe and she on my d-ck (hey, listen)
a 100 thousand dollars in my pocket now it’s on my wrist
i’m back seat pimpin’ with a hoe p-ss her to the clique
a 100 thousand dollars in my pocket now it’s on my wrist (perfect)

[outro]
hey… listen
hey… listen

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