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@very - monkeys on the bed lyrics

[tag: botmert]
c+ck and b+lls

[intro: awesomefied]
first monkey, he jumped then he fell
nothing but the truth that i tell
lied to his mother, that his brother had jumped for him, but then failed
mother saw through all his lies
then he got some ice then cried
after that he went back to jumping
cutting off family ties
humpty dumpty ain’t got nothing on this monkey
he’s so funky
ain’t got no money, but he monkey
so he like super funky
nanas on nanas, he got them stacks like bananas
he got a girl named savannah, wearin’ a yellow bandana
[verse 2: 5b & ]
i’m not eating dinnеr, yeah
eating your bad p+ssy for dinner, ooh, uh
then i’m rolling in a coupе
[?] falling and i +oop
nikes on i [?]
i’m f+ckin with a, bitter
i just bit her yuh

i see that cookie on the table it’s gone
when i draw a smiley face on
diddly+diddly+diddly do
snack i love, eating glue
outta daycare sippin that milk
drip so hard, [?] made out of silk
me and my mom pull up with [?]
i’m a bad boy i’ll steal your lollipop

[verse 3: moisty]
i’ve been going down hill
can’t even drown in my own bills
i’m gon’ pop them pills
cuz it’s the only thing
that can take me high as the sky
i really be on the low i can’t even lie

[verse 4: maker time]
f+ck
maker time b+tch and i’m here to stay
everyone want me to go away
i’ll never leave no matter how much you pay
unless it’s in cash, then come crawlin’ my way
i’m gettin’ recognized in public
got classes with some motherf+cker hearin’ my sh+t
so i got an ice pick, stuck it in his d+ck
then i went l!ck+l!ck+l!ck+l!ck+l!ck+l!ck
don’t worry baby rest your feet
daddy used to own a google sheet
and when that sheet gets grey and old
daddy’s gonna k!ll himself also

[verse 5: not an undercover cop]
5 big men on top of the bed
and they all gon’ jump down, give me some head, uh
during the las vegas shooting
stephen paddock supposedly expended 300,000+ rounds of ammunition
over the course of 10 minutes from 27 ar+15’s
with bumpstocks despite the facts that it would have
required him to drop a gun after each 30 round mag was empty
even though the videos from survivors show that this was
nonstop stream of ammunition with a firing rate much higher
than a bumpstock is capable of producing from multiple locations
that appear to be m2+ m24+ m240 lmg’s
more interesting is the fact that the fbi took over the investigation
his house somehow burned down with all of the evidence inside
and photos of the hotel room he was shot from
show 50 spent sh+lls
years later we still have no motivation, and there were strangely
no follow up on the biggest mass shooting in us history
most confusing is that the day after his brother had
numerous press interviews where he claimed it made no sense
he was arrested for possessing several hundred terabytes of cp
on a 20 year old computer running windows 95
at least according to the photos taken by the fbi
[verse 6: razacosmica]
monkeys jumpin’ on my bed
cuz i ain’t tellin’ them no
like a f+ckin’ zoo in here
man, denzel curry still call me devotion [?]
cuz your boy about to blow
very second me a first
so you know [?]
raza

[verse 7: owen]
monkeys on the bed, b+tches givin’ head
leave you on read, gotta make the bread
maker, nah b+tch it’s owentime
do the line, i ain’t got time to rhyme
on the grind, on your mind
you know what i said
talking like you eatin’ lead
monkeys on the bed
i’m living in your head rent free
(the internet)
monkeys on the bed
i’m living in your head rent free

how’s it goin’, it’s me owen
you be knowin’ that i’m flowin
nigflix subscriber, i’m a big chick survivor
i found her on fivver
when i p+ss it feel fire
nigflix survivor, i’m a big chick
nigflix subscriber, i’m a big chick survivor

[break: sample]
five little monkeys jumping on the bed
one fell of and bumped his head

[verse 8: outst]
pull up on opps then we slidin’
slide on my gang, then we fighting
f+ckin’ yo b+tch in the isla
then i go make her to mines
[?] strapped on my waist
i tell that ho give me brain
then she turn ’round, spin that cake
show me where she spin that k’
i slow them beats down so cool
my [?] like [?]
tryna settle beef with that k’
you gon end up in a grave
i f+ck ho’s in frontseat
my other b+tch a backseat
don’t start no beef on twitter
yo p+ssy f+ck, don’t @ me

[verse 9: moisty]
if i had another child
that b+tch better not be
jumping on the bed
he gon’ be pouring out red everywhere
cuz i don’t wanna buy no meds
y’all boutta get the feds on me
they boutta search underneath every rug
they gon’ find about the other drugs
i don’t wanna expose my plug out there

[break: sample]
mama called the doctor and the doctor said
“no more monkeys jumping on the bed”

[verse 10: lyo]
no more, monkeys jumping on the bed
hard ass sp+ce [?]
cocaine bumpin, eyes red
even when i take an l still thumbin’ that bread
you fell off you bumpin’ your head
i’m gonna be a legend, nothing you’ve been
mix the henny with a [?]
[?] like a jump in a bed
i just called a doctor for some naaaarcotics
figuring out how much i make is a hard topic
my wrist got a whole supercar on it
that locks on fire like a large comet
charred [?]
that’s some of that type sh+t i’m on [?]
f+ckin’ on a white b+tch, off that liquor
feedin her pipe, then that’s her dinner
takin’ light sips [?] for my liver
[?] a light 6, on some [?]
[?] without pullin’ that trigger
[?] get a bit bigger
2 little b+tches tryna test me and my pistol whips
get a grip
calm yo ass down before i spin that sh+t
mix my sh+t
that’s that [?] hard, that’s in [?]
you’ve been a b+tch
so i’m gon’ f+ck yo b+tch again
quarter million in 2 f+ckin’ weeks yeah that’s the life i live
[?] sh+t
[?] wanna ride my d+ck
bottom [?]
got them sh+ts, at a private event
no more monkeys jumpin’ on the bed that’s what my guy said
b+tch!

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