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sosmula - смерть (death) lyrics

[intro]
you know?
sosmula n-gg-
ewok!
eminem beezly
sneezly
n-gg-s know what type of time i’m on

[hook]
got these two sl-ts soft
suck my two nuts off
splash on they face
that’s too much sauce (splash)
what you boo’d up for?
let my crew f-ck raw (f-ck outta here)
we can do it on the regular
you’ll loosen up more
then shoot up raw, (work)
then shoot up more (work)
tryna cop a down for h, and meet two new moths
straight gold in my mouth
no jeweled-up cross
mst denim with the two-tuck blouse

[verse 1: sosmula]
i’m with two asian jawns
no make-up on
they don’t got panties
with them sh-ts painted on
blow me all night
i might not make it home
missing since thursday
f-ck saint laurent
blow the bag on you
it’s not in the mink
hustled real hard, and got up through a key [?]
you pay for the p-ssy
i’m f-cking for free
two at the same time
got them sucking the d

[hook: sosmula]
got these two sl-ts off
suck my two nuts off
splash on they face
that’s too much sauce (splash)
what you boo’d up for?
let my crew f-ck raw (f-ck outta here)
we can do it on the regular
you’ll loosen up more
shoot up raw, (work)
then shoot up more (work)
tryna cop a different agent, need two plus four
straight gold in my mouth, no jeweled-up cross
mst denim with the two-tuck blouse

[verse 2: sosmula]
i’m with two dooby rats, and they do me right (and me)
and my b-tch is lined up, what you think this groupie had?
lookin’ like scarface, sit your coozie back
ten bricks to seventeen, like gucci said (mula!)
look, city morgue, we done ran through your b-tch
talk disrespect with my hands on my d-ck
and i see j-zz on the b-tch, ain’t no fact
pop, disrespect like the championship

[hook: sosmula]
got these two sl-ts soft
suck my two nuts off
splash on they face
that’s too much sauce (splash)
what you boo’d up for?
let my crew f-ck raw (f-ck outta here)
we can do it on the regular
you’ll loosen up more
shoot up raw, (work)
then shoot up more (work)
tryna cop a different agent, need two plus four
straight gold in my mouth
no jeweled-up cross
mst denim with the two-tuck blouse

- sosmula lyrics

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