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the m8s - wobbly! (ft. yonny & crogers) lyrics

[intro: obama]
i respect the p-ssion of these young people
man everybody’s got something to say these days

[verse 1: ethan]
you a opp, i can’t stop, my sh-t slap like kids bop, ay
ssr that’s my sh-t, ay
3.5 my g.p.a
steal that sh-t like gta, but i won’t give it back cause it’s my sh-t, ay
doing that c-ke like it’s soda (huh)
my diamond green like they yoda (huh)
like my ar reading level (hey!), b-tches and books i got several (hey!)
pull up on block with my shooter (uh), i’m on kino with my luger (uh)
k!lling these hoes like they crawlers (hey), your b-tch is busy don’t call her (hey)
she is busy for one night, you can, have her back she hit the pipe (hey)
i don’t f-ck with no crack addicts (hey) i’m only f-cking with pateks, silly bandz all over my wrist, like thanos i iced out my fist (huh)
diamonds up and down me, mom don’t ground, please don’t clown me, sh-t she found me
she gonna take all my sh-t, i am about to get whipped

[verse 2: doyle]
i am itching like a fiend (uh huh!)
sneezing all over your green (uh huh!)
she’s gonna suck on my peen (uh huh!)
i am downing all this lean (uh huh!)
ain’t watching p-rn on that triple x, if you’re feeling kinda chilly must be the rolex
don’t got a license i got a chauffeur, got a bl–dy nose must be the soder

[verse 3: resty]
she don’t spit she love to swallow (oh)
my d-ck is what she wanna follow (wow)
make her take off like an apollo (okay)
b-tches h-rny but she be shallow, ay
diving with some scuba gear, getting ready to go through the rear, b-tch i’m rolling like a fiend, getting some green, coming in clean

[verse 4: crogers]
let me suck your toes (hey!)
chilling with the hoes (hey!)
counting all these bills and hundreds, b-tch i need some more (hey!)
come back to my place (ay!)
d-ck all in your face (ay!)
murder the p-ssy like tay-k, b-tch i did the race

[verse 5: yonny]
(uh) yonny, yonny, catch a body, steal yo b-tch then kiss yo shawty
steal yo ho then take that bag, diamond encrusted durag
black vans and they on my feet, all these n-gg-s can’t compete
yonner, yonner, you’re a goner, eat that p-ssy like a donner

[verse 6: ben]
water, water, f-ck your daughter, and i ran that ho on slaughter
chillin’ in the 916 (ouch!)
b-tches all on my d-ck (ouch!)
i’m gonna make her sick (ow!)
she can’t handle my brick (ow!)
i’m so f-cking rich (agh!)
you’re a poor little b-tch (d-mn)
get the f-ck out of my way, ay
she don’t know what to say, ay
close eyes, i’m gonna spray, ay
do this sh-t everyday, ay
running around, got my pistol, i’m blowing up like a missile, i’m gonna grab on her nipple, h-rny b-tch it’s just that simple

[verse 7: ethan]
slaughter, grab your daughter, and f-ck her, i am her father
need a lawyer, i destroy her, then i f-ck on her employer
you a b-tch, you a snitch, my trigger it’s got the itch
pull up on your block and track you down

[outro: ben]
i’ll f-cking k!ll your kids. (uh huh!)
i will, i’ll f-cking do it. (uh huh!) haha (uh huh!)

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