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they might be fruity - malaysian fornication lyrics

[verse 1: lil andy x]
pandora’s box opened up
when you give me radiohead
say ok on the computer
imma run straight to your den
ride me like a purebred
stallion on your hastens bed
milk your vas deferens
until there’s not a single drop left
ain’t gonna be your therapist
wanna make your child’s genesis
sharia law’s greatest nemesis
the way i give fruity boys leprosis
the d+cks getting binomial
symmetrical boys on my side
get to the bukkake emporium
they know when it’s time to ride
debas+m+nt of the nuclear codes
kim jong un of f+cking on the low
the bas+m+nt meeting ground of the chodes
f+ck the anti+s+x league 1984
the l ron hubbard of the humpers
f+ck your grandson through a hole in your cupboard
malaysian fornication with some local rubbers
illegal, but just pay pegawai a couple
cobbler added on some spikes
so when i step on you it ain’t a fight
p+ss all over your coffin then jack
your dad at the wake just outta spite
dyson vacuum on your d+ck till it
sucks up all of your sense of feeling
mandarin boy, give your ass a peeling
then crown it off with a little cavity filling
when it’s you turn at dix+huit ans
that’s when we can start hitting it raw
but don’t worry bout birth
cos we will be burning like we hanging at the 3rd arrondiss+m+nt

just got the (ping) let us do this
train your dragon, imma go toothless
ubering, bout to pick up your kids from
behind bars with a f+cking toothpick
finna f+ck the homies as my epq project
spit some viral sh+t about my prospects
forest fires from my lyrical progress
carbon emissions, might need me some offsets
[verse 2: offset]
raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)
smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
f+ckin’ on your b+tch she a thot, thot (thot)
cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
we came from nothin’ to somethin’ n+gga (hey)
i don’t trust n0body grip the trigger (n0body)
call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)

[chorus: offset]
my b+tch is bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (blaow)
my n+ggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
my b+tch is bad and boujee (bad)
cookin’ up dope with an uzi (dope)
my n+ggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
we got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[refrain: offset]
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)
bad and boujee (bad)

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