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vincent wrencher - booty hole cheerio lyrics

mmh, slurping that cereal, uh
my shirt is daddy material, uh
speaking of cereal
measure imperial
booty hole cheerio, uh

she did me bad
she did me dirty, mmh
did me bacterial, uh
hit in the town
gone on the loud she didn’t hear me though, uh

cream of the crop, ooh
cream always rise to the top, ooh
speaking of top, ooh
actually that’s what i got, ooh
i shoot my shot
i do the most, i do a lot, ooh
they used to hate when i talk, now they don’t want me to stop

i stu- stutter, uh
don’t make the cut so i cut her, uh
i’m coming over, uh
that -ss is toast so i’m bringing b-tter, uh

i’m undercover
like a magazine moving paper what’s the issue, uh
pretty like a shih tzu, uh
dime lil’ b-tch saying i don’t f-ck with you
then why you calling my phone
do like a bank and leave me a loan
i do not wanna go home
but maybe you should cause i’m on yo dome, uh

yea i’m a pimp when i’m stepping it, uh
yeah i’m the sh-t
please don’t step in it, uh
i feel maleficent
greatness is evidence
always the elephant
i like to represent
bad b-tch benevolent
i’m in my element
hero of the story i’m telling it
that is a definite
colder than peppermint

don’t give a f-ck, you a b-tch and i’m taking yo epipen

[inhale] slurping that cereal, uh
my shirt is daddy material, uh
speaking of cereal
measure imperial
booty hole booty hole cheerio

square as a tile
looking like kyle
n-gga a chad
it’s been a while
but i’m still ready
b-tch i’m ent-tled
girl give me heading
b-tch i’m underground so i’m beneath the bedding
i got no control so i’m finding the settings
long and i’m sharp like spaghetti
and with that paper confetti
upsetti spaghetti, uh
thick as a coat, ooh
wet from the sh-t that i wrote, ooh
she got a moat, ooh
beating her sh-t like it’s goku

i’m just super saiyan, uh
there is no explaining, uh
got that dusty p-ssy cause she old like sarah palin, uh

think she insane, no reasoning, ooh
gotta eat the -ss, no seasoning, ooh
don’t know what the f-ck you easing into
i call you a track all the men that run though, you

yeah but that b-tch need a walker, uh
she got a camera, no stalker, uh
we kicking it like it’s soccer, uh
cram in the p-ssy like a locker, ooh!

- vincent wrencher lyrics

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