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sus gang - (b.e.p) booty eating protocol lyrics

[intro: yung salad & just will]
“i swear to god y’all guys talk about some g-y -ss sh-t f-ckin-f-cking no wonder y’all name is sus squad always talking about this g-y, this g-y, this g-y that suck d-ck”
“we need to branch out”
“who the f-ck don’t like eating -ss though?, like i swear to god, like, like yeah”
“-ss? -ss!”

[verse 1: just will]
aye, i don’t reciprocate
she say she want a date
i tell her negative
i say that it’s imperative
afterwards synessises claritin
all the -ss i ate gave me allergies
eating too much give me calories
powers is draining, need batteries
it’s like a job, i need a salary
like a professional
my moves is tactical
my groove is radical
need it so bad gotta skip the day
i need a sabbatical
i’m on the high life
eating the booty is my life
only one im eating is my wife’s
digging in deep like the underminer
trigonometry in some other binders
my only major is anatomy
working that -ss for fun like philanthropy
no one can stop me it’s happening
air strike is incoming
no longer a fetish
when she scream b-tch i’m a s-d-st
like ice cream l!cking it endless

[bridge 1: yung salad & just will]
“aye, i mean that was pretty good”
“i wanna know how you eat -ss though”
“how do you eat the booty, is what i’m trying to figure out”
“yeah”
“you get me”
“yeah, i get you”

[verse 2: isacofnuts]
b-tch eat my booty
like a f-cking duty
d-mn a little fruity
b-tch call me rudy
f-cking on twins, b-tch i’m george bush
might f-ck around and go eat on your tush
not even playing, i’ll eat that sh-t whole
all in one bite and i’ll eat out your soul
always spit fire so i never use coal
d-mn, that was the juice
i’ll eat your caboose
thick as the f-ck that sh-t was obtuse

[bridge 2: yung salad & just will]
“ayo! one word, one word”
“do y’all actually eat -ss though?”
“pitbull”
“pitbull?”

[verse 3: yung salad]
like mr.worldwide i don’t have a talent
but eating the booty i make it a habit
it’s getting real messy it’s all on my jacket
she fart on my d-ck?!
well b-tch i won’t have it
i’m digging for gold i feel like a minor
i get a good grip
i strap on my visor
i cannot believe it but b-tch she a liar
i eat out her -ss it’s all i desire
i’m reminded of fish
but i’m pretty hungry, i’m grabbing a dish
the -ss that i wish, i’m praying to jesus
never gonna worry about having a fetus
what am i saying? well this is my thesis
i’m eating -ss cause it is my weakness

[verse 4: abottle]
i’m eating her booty
it taste kinda juicy
she give me the cooties
i’ll tell ya it’s a beauty
she ranking my d-ck, i call her judge judy
-ss so fat gray hairs don’t matter
i give her my kids with the baby batter
now she leaving and it making me sadder
find a new b-tch with a -ss way fatter
she wanted the pipe
they call me the plumber
only one problem
i’m booked all summer
(mmmm)

[outro: isacofnuts, yung salad, & just will]
-ss is so mean
brown like a bean
l!ck that sh-t clean
-ss eating machine

- sus gang lyrics

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