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yung sizzle - 666 god (freestyle) lyrics

i ain’t finished, i ain’t finished
b-tch, i already told you i ain’t finished
stop asking for head
and let me nut on your forehead
no kidding, just kidding
i ain’t ever f-cked with the michelin
no rubber on me no way
good luck paying for my children

i’m the 666 god
yung sizzle rolling with a triple-sized thot
she love my thick rod
n-ggas salty as f-ck
toss them future homeless n-ggas a couple of bucks
tell them n-ggas to keep their f-cking summers all tucked
how your mom do my blunts
done l!cking her b-tt, d-ck in her b-tt
jiff on my b-lls, have her l!cking it up
tickle her guts from the inside
ya’ll know i’m king of the west side
but i’m the god of the east too
specifically syracuse
pacific to m-ssachu…settes
getting lit like pikachu
peek-a-boo s-x, what you wanna do?
what you gonna do, n-gga?
your b-tch on my d-ck like tigger
put the p-ssy in the casket with some litter
if we roleplay, always on my ben stiller
b-tch already knows i’m gonna k!ll it (x2)
i’m already gunning for them n-ggas
already f-cked their whole clique
all of their b-tches on my d-ck
already sh-t on their fit
they ain’t ever seen it like this (x2)
size 20 yeezy boosts ’cause my feet thick
and my leather skinny jeans grip my p-n-s
#beentrill# tee ’cause i’m elitist
nintendo power glove, that’s a wii fit
got my weed lit
and i’m on fleek
cooking crack in the stu’ with my homies
you don’t know me
you’re a h0m-
whip got four doors full of bullet holes
lungs so swole full of endo
and i count every time my d-ck’s stroked
by your b-tch hand
n-ggas know i’m the f-cking man
god d-mn, counting these duckets, need fifty hands
here’s a shoutout to my three fans
pretty soon, ya’ll will be the heat fans
n-ggas know that i’m the f-cking sh-t fam
and i’m coming with hits, man

sizzle season approaching
grieve for every rapper, god has just now awoken
lost in the drizzle of the c-m and the lotion
i’m mostly searching for a hit of the potent
toking, choking, poking any b-tch i find for a dime bag
i’m putting on my d-mn du-rag
can’t tell if you’re zulu or zoolander
does it matter? all i get is punanner
going off to where uber can’t find me
going off and no one can outrhyme
getting off to old pictures of your mommy
got my salad tossed on the beach in miami
yung sizzle has arrived, come fondle me
round of applause for all involved
i’d like to thank me, myself, and i
great guy
’cause n-ggas lie, b-tches lie

- yung sizzle lyrics

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