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Brokencyde · Andrew Skeet


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Chorus 
Jerk it off, jerk it off, ba-by!  ["I'm gonna cum!"] (3x)
["I'm gonna cum!"]

Verse 2:
For the skeet you are a fiend
Don't you stop this
to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how
shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how you feel man?
That's
One time for my freaks
That know what to do when I
Skeet, Skeet! That like it
Hard, rough, face down, ass up
Yes sir! That like their hair pulled
Blinded by the magenta spotlight
Stands a disposable commodity
Don't a high price ticket make a star shine so bright
A taste of immortality
to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how
like me I'm killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, or from the back, I Thundercat like (hoe!)
My girl got a big purse
like me I'm killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, or from the back, I Thundercat like (hoe!)
My girl got a big purse
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho killer
She's
lil jon]
Hey!
The pussy hoes in the club we searchin'
For the workin', straight twerkin'
Say, what's that noise? sit by the start
Dick get hard,
Idiotic behavior to the beat
It made me skeet a happy gooey
Substance between me and my funky humty
Dumpty feet lawd

Whilin' like a lunatic
So
of the street
She said "I would if he'll handle biz up in the sheets!"
Pop off like a thang thang
He keep keep
And every time that she bang bang
He skeet
Blinded by the magenta spotlight
Stands a disposable commodity
Don't a high price ticket make a star shine so bright
A taste of immortality
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me w-e-e crooked letter "Y" I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Street sweeper in
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll, like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho a killer
She's
shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm f***in' with her, I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how you feel man?
That's
just some dogs

[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
some dogs, we just some dogs

[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take
Carnivorous slang, I feast on flesh
Orangutan, banana clips, beat on chest
Dirtier than Ms. Lewinsky's skeet on dress
I'm beyond blessed, heater
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best
That's my word

Even your friend got my back
She just met it, but she feel it
And she gon' see by this time next year
We gon' kill it
Audemars on your
off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me w-e-e crooked letter "Y" I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any n**** dime like she's
on

[Rap by Chyna Whyte]
I'm hittin' you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin' bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in
you, waiting for you
With nothing on

(Rap by Chyna Whyte)
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get