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woodlake - bill clinton lyrics

(gimme that d-ckweed)

[verse 1: bootstrap bill]
mac milla’ tha k!lla’, gettin trilla’ than dilla
hittin’ up my dealer, lookin’ for tha pillas
gettin’ saucy wit’ my chillas, all we hit is trigga’s
so get tha f-ck up out my hood
b-tch you ain’t famila’
bill clinton with a d-ck that’s bigga’ than jigga’
i know you thought bootstrap was a lil’ d-ck hitta’
but i promise to you all bootstrap a straight hitta’
momma ain’t raise no b-tch, and i swear i’m not a quitta’
f-ckin’ with her, since winter
in tha winter, sittin’ on tha beach drinkin margarittas
(margarittas)
and you know i stay high, b-tch i make my millas

[verse 2: tha bard]
on god we don’t love no thots
gold watch, swole crotch, and my team top notch
need a strong–ss woman who can hold me down
all these normie girls are straight boring, wow
d-ck in her mouth, i just wanna be pals
but tha kind that don’t text, or ever hang out
witty hippie run tha city, like my name is slick willie
picky lil’ bitty, got her jacket all sticky
enemies try to prove that i got jiffy
with a pretty lil’ thing, but i swear i’m not guilty
h-lla litty with a stiffy, send a gif if you with it
and its 13 reasons if you send a pic to hillary

[hook: tha bard (woodlake)]
never smitten by these b-tches, but i made a mistake
rub her kitten on my waist, left a s-m-n stain
too bad my girl secretary of state
haters try to catch me, they a bunch of snakes
(yah!)
my team stay winnin’, like my name’s bill clinton
and my d-ck stay ridden for an old politician
(bill!) {8x}
bill clinton
bill clinton

[verse 3: prate]
first of my reach, my only region ‘kato to moorhead;
but i got these wack rappers wakin’ with a horse head
cause i spit a lil’ lyrics, all of a sudden there’s more to this
i f-ck with your mind like they got a p-ssy on their forehead
i’m on a mission to f-ck these beautiful women
while i’m in tha white house like a n-gg- own tha buildin.’
i been pimpin’, smokin presidential, thats super dank
prate dominant, you recessive like tha government crashin tha banks
top of tha mornin’, she on top in tha mornin’
ever since [?} she took an l from a sh-tty opponent
[?] b-tch comin’ over for some d-ck and marijuana
suddenly i saw one of my homies, i’m like, “wh-ssup, monica?”

[hook}

[verse 4: woodlake}
lets toast like, clink; i know you had a lot to drink
dont you ever f-ckin’ think that you can throw up in my sink
rock a lot of pink, and i keep tha beat in sync
your b-tch gimme a wink, so i just sent her a link
post to soundcloud for tha clout (for tha clout!)
shout out chance for the help (ahk!)
but this b-tch rubbin on me gettin felt (yeah!)
but i dont have a f-ckin gucci belt
i did not, not, not, not, see it in tha plot to be taking home a thot, but i guess you’re kinda hot and i can tell you’re doin’ squats
show me what you got, we could kick it in tha lot

[hook]

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