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tripppple platinum – martians vs. goblins (remix) lyrics

[intro: dj riptide]

ohhhhhhhh!
ohhhhhhhh!
ohhhhhhhh!
ohhhhhhhh!

[verse 1: dj riptide]
oh my god it’s f-ck dj f-ckin’ riptide
ohhh dj riptide! bang me dj riptide!
stick your 26 inch c-ck in my vaginal sector, while i lick your pubes
noooooo b-tch i want a handy j, and then i’m out (call me kanye)
(oh my god god god, it’s dj riptide tide tide tide tide)
ohhhhhhh! ohhhhhh!
mane these n-gg-s, be lookin like nachos. sour cream and onion, but that’s not yo cheese
ohhhh! it’s my cheddar. three three three three three, p, p, p
that’s what i do. i put a bullet in a n-gg-‘s pelvis, like elvis. make girls scream like melvis
i make n-gg-s wet. cause’ that’s fun, shun, man, ton. bun like buns, like n-gg-s buns, like at the krusty krab. this b-tch’s v look like the krusty krab

[verse 2: dj koosh]
a year ago, i was poor somewhat
now my future’s shorter than g-fish’s new hair cut
yaya still suckin’ d-ck and f-ckin’ male b-tts in the same closet that christian liley gets clothes from
um, i suck? blow your f-cking mom’s c-ck
you got a better a chance sucking a black c-ck
plat gang, we rock
shit get’s hotter than sunscreen on a 90 degree day
your rhyme’s are g-yer than bryce trying to copy us
my d-ck so big that i can’t take it on the bus with me
you b-tch? you sus
stupid c-nt
burned blunt
matt prater punt
jesus, motherf-ckin’ theressa, these n-gg-s plat gang got diddy, slim, and esco’ for one feature?
cam will rape your kids like your sunday preacher
i’m kooshy out this b-tch, on top like smalls on a bleacher

[verse 3: yaya timberlake]
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ pimp hoe (pimp hoe!)
gettin blown, one time by a motherf-ckin’ slime
slimy and wet, it put me in debt
animal cruelty, for you guys to produce it musically
b-tch i’m a motherf-cking pimp hoe (pimp hoe!)
just like my boys, jesus and mo-ses, i’m pissed, miss the f-cking toilet seat
they want it spick and span and neat, until i bleed
they wedge me, and spank, like getting shot by a tank. smokin dank, refresh my mind. my eyes go blind, yo

[verse 4: goldfish snack]
uhh g-fish. ballin’, swag. flex, cash
uh, here we go
so i was f-ckin’ this b-tch. just the use’
still f-ckin’ the b-tch. about to splooge
as she says she love my c-ck, it’s as hard as a rock
b-tch d-mn straight, i never need to m-st-rb-t-
b-mpin’ 3p in the lambo, but i’m never on the land-tho
how many b-tches? like 2 or foe’?
now back into the b-tch, f-ckin’ on her tits, she rubbin’ on her cl-t, she needs more spit
what’s your b-tches number? she left all her shit at my crib after that slumber. but we did more than just slumber, n-gg- we do this all summer
part time rapper, full time baller
racks bigger than that n-gg- shawn carter
dissin’ all you n-gg-s. don’t give a f-ck tho
’bout to pull the trigger, give me the dough
pull up in that saturn ion, my d-ck is as big as a python
got all this versace on. f-ck you and that n-gg- davon
uh, g-fish out

- tripppple platinum lyrics

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