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warhol.ss – ouch! lyrics

[intro: warhol.ss and -ronnyjli$tenup-]
-ronny j, listen up-
its ski and warhol
ouch, ouch
oww, wow, oww, ouch
d-mn that sh-t hurt, ouch
d-mn that sh-t hurt
d-mn that sh-t hurt
d-mn that sh-t hurt, ouch, ouch

[post-hook: warhol.ss]
ouch, ouch, f-ck that lil b-tch in her mouth
100 bands stuffed in my couch
30 round under blouse
ouch, ouch, i pour that act in a drought
i might just run in your house
flip up the p f-ck the ounce ouch

[hook: ski mask the slump god]
aye like
when i’m in that p-ssy its a murder case
when i’m in that p-ssy b-tch i’m tryna break your vertebrae, aye
when i’m in that p-ssy its a murder case
when i’m in that p-ssy b-tch i’m tryna break your vertebrae, aye
when i’m in that p-ssy b-tch i’m tryna break your vertebrae
when i’m in that p-ssy its a murder case, aye
when i’m in that p-ssy b-tch i’m tryna break your vertebrae
when i’m in that p-ssy its a murder case, b-tch

[verse 1: ski mask the slump god]
ouch, f-ck on a comfortable couch
t-bagging me like a crouch
she grab on my d-ck like a mouse
40 ounce, bounce
up on my d-ck like she jumping out
spartan my wrist man i’m kung lao
internet b-tches no toon town
told her like simple

[verse 2: warhol.ss]
my backwood stuffed with some cookies
i know these n-gg-s some rookies
that b-tch wanna see me, so book me
i know the time that it took me
30 round he tryna cook me
b-tch i make these n-gg-s shook
cut through this paper like books
she just wanna f-ck for my hook

[verse 3: ski mask the slump god]
ayyyeeeeee
simple lil b-tch
f-cked her then after that i dun’ crippled the b-tch
after my d-ck she [?] a disabled lil b-tch
your head is shaped like a wooden table lil b-tch
ayyyeeeee
bleep bloop, diamonds r2-d2
cocoa b-tter keep your aunty feet smooth
how i know? ski be there every week too
hit and beat on the p-ssy just like the beat too, b-tch

[verse 4: warhol.ss]
big chopper aimed at he’s neck
50 round drum with the hollows at his chest
10 b-tches wanna f-ck me just for the check, uh
she just wanna f-ck but i want her neck, uh
panzoid smoking gas propane, uh
met a b-tch seen johnny no name, uh
b-tch n-gg- i ain’t need no fame, uh
white b-tch want me lil cocaine, ya

[post-hook: warhol.ss]
ouch ouch f-ck that lil b-tch in her mouth
100 bands stuffed in my couch
30 round under her blouse
ouch ouch i pour that act in the drought
i might just run in your house
flip up the p f-ck the ounce, ouch

- warhol ss lyrics

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