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snatch man & the pickle bois - flight 0f the bumbleheez lyrics

[intro: pickle boy 4]
hey
ok, i’ll come over
give it back, you’re gonna ruin it!

[verse 1: pickle boy 3}
anonymous and faded for our mission
persistent b+tches waitin’ for a listen
fistin’ d+ck until i get a blister
it’s okay i get it from my mister
a cl+toris too big to miss, it’s messy
lest ya like the hindrance, it’s s+xy
best ya talk to doctor hysterectomy
rest in peace is what they are tellin’ me
issa minute with me, if i’m doin’ nitty gritty
with ya itty bitty titties and maybe i’m gettin’ sticky
imma get a pixie who gimme some tipsy hickey
with a sh+tty 750 of sticky mcgillikiddies

[chorus: pickle boy 3]
baby, you don’t seem enthused
by all my s+m+n blues

[verse 2: pickle boy 4]
here to murder competition
f+ck b+tches into submission
winning races like it’s apartheid
bringing winston to the dog fight
running at us, shoelaces untied
don’t trip
f+ck you b+tch
bees swarming, nonconforming
making sh+t up as we go like a mormon
you’re gonna ruin it, ruin me
shooting lead at every enemy
bury bodies in the garden
wrap ’em up in a condom
decompose like your dreams
f+ck with us and get reamed
get too close and get beamed
i don’t wanna seem mean but
suck this head of steam

[chorus: pickle boy 3]
by all my s+m+n blues

[verse 3: pickle boy 2]
what’s up bih, we in the cut (cut)
i’m about to f+ck this sl+t (sl+t)
no ifs, ands, or b+tts (big booty)
she about to drink this nut (mmm)
you stumble and fumble and get bumblehumbled
catch us in the ring, you’re about to get pummeled
’cause me and the pickle boys are on the come up
’cause me and some pretty wh0res about to f+ck f+ck
’cause me i think you’re boring so just shut up
cause me and effect these roaring bars will blow up (blow)

[chorus: pickle boy 3]
by all my s+m+n blues

[verse 4: pickle boy 1}
outer sp+ce villains with some out+of+place feelings
no doubt about the sk!lls that we boutta be dealin’
wait up for a minute, two wheelin’ out the lot
time stops, hand to the glock
trigger finger itchin’, time to let the chopper talk
out the glass of the lexus
every single op gettin’ brass solar plexus
don’t blink, b+tch
don’t think, b+tch
don’t scream or you’ll make me angry
f+ck you, you f+cking wh0re

[outro: pickle boy 3 and pickle boy 4]
oh god
oh god
shoutout wendy’s
you up for this?
breakfast coming soon
+giggle+

- snatch man the pickle bois lyrics

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