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yung p dough – bbc cypher lyrics

[intro]
god d+mn, yung p dough made another hit for real man
respect the drip karen
aye, i’m g+y, yuh, b+tch, ouu, god d+mn

[verse 1: yung p dough]
d+ck is thinner than a stick
why the f+ck your granny so thick
that sh+t be unrealistic, ay, ay, yuh (ou)
b+tch i go no life, i be calling anime girls my wife
b+tch on my d+ck, and i’m doing it quick
and bust on her face, and i’m catchin’ a case
and i’m catchin’ a case, when i hit on her face
with my fat c+ck and it sends her to sp+ce, god d+mn
f+cking grannys all day, every night
man, that p+ssy is real tight
just hit my dad, in the head, with my bike
and i leaked obama’s ip address
oh sh+t, your b+tch gonna undress, god d+mn

[verse 2: xilo]
b+tch you is my brofi, sippin’ lean, mc codeine
all you b+tches know me, yeah, you got thе sh+t, off a cliff
i don’t even need ? to suck his d+ck
yeah you rеally wanna beat ’em like you is a cop
and now i’m gettin’ on my knees when i suck his c+ck
i am the sussy, i’m a sussy baka, f+ck you with your gun
i don’t even need to hit it, but i’ll f+ck you and your son
got your dad in my bas+m+nt, i don’t even say sh+t
if you tryna f+ck, i got a bullet for your name, b+tch
i’m the best best, b+tch you really is a b+tch ?
i may hit you motherf+ckers, motherf+ckers miss fit
i been tryna game, you got games on your phone? no?
ok, i’ma just default dance on your ass b+tch, i’m out
[verse 3: yung spinach cumshot]
holy sh+t, this song is so bad
i like playing some of that good old among us
my d+ck is way larger than big f+cking chungus
my +n+s hair is growing like a motherf+cking fungus
you already know my bank account is humongous
i’ma f+ck a girl whenever i f+cking want to
i like slurping p+ssy juice like it’s a f+cking fondue
p+ssy so wet i might need a f+cking pontoon
i only know that word exists ’cause i be playing bloons, aye

[verse 4: yung grippy]
b+tch i’ll give a sh+t if i bust in her f+cking mouth
then i’ll f+ck her hard all the way down in the south
don’t give a f+ck i’ll bust all up on her tits
then i’ll pound her cl+t into a big slimy mush
was off the molly i f+cked her mom
when i come around there it’s with the tom
this b+tch got my d+ck fruit
and she choking man these b+tches wish they had my loot
so i curb stomp them with my timb boots

[verse 5: yung codfixe]
i run back, then i jump, and hit it with my sausage
i just realized, i’ve done some critical damage
why you b+tches be so hypocritical, savage
all you peons talk sh+t, but all your b+tches average
don’t talk to me like that, you look like you’re from the zoo
i’ve been cooking up brand new bangers in the stu
bro you ugly as h+ll, but i’ll steal your momma
nah, just playin’ i’m chillin’ with my bro obama
[verse 6: lil bean]
okay, okay, okay, okay, one, two, pull up with a tool, aye
teaching b+tches how to flow and spit, i could start a school
i’m not one to pull up, throw some hands, always keep my cool
but it don’t mean that i’m always chill, b+tch i ain’t a fool
cotton candy faygo h+lla blue, sh+t look like a pool
talk sh+t and you get hit with this k, i don’t make the rules
f+ck around and cuddle with his b+tch, i might f+ck her too
pass the mic and turn up on the beat, spazzin’ in the stu, b+tch

- yung p dough lyrics

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