Lyrics:
get no comma, but a dot
I'm dropping, uh, bombs with a soundtrack
Only pride you got must be hidden in your buttcrack
Don't try to sell flows, as you
nuts hang to her buttcrack
Let it spray
Let my nuts hang to her buttcrack
Let it spray
Let my nuts hang to her buttcrack
With the gang
With the fucking
Level (Migi)
Du chunsch nie uf mis Flex Level (Fuck ja)
Es isch höcher als mis Crack Level (Crack Crack, Ja)
Dis nöd, höchschtens Buttcrack Level (Butt
buffs on em
I don't want to fuck a nigga if that nigga got one
Y'all boys be so attached like a nutsack
Love when we fuck and he spit down my buttcrack
and a ballsack
You better know that I'ma
Motorboat that buttcrack
I wanna fuck 'em yeah!
Dad! Just wanna love 'em yeah!
And if you got a (Mini U?) and a ballsack
Coming out of gods buttcrack
Trying my hardest to stay on track
Deal! Okay
Fuck you if you're not gonna take it
Then I know for sure someone else
(what?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (hey)
My girls can't wear that, why?
(what?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (hey)
My girls can't wear that, why?
of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps
Fingers in the middle of bitches bodacious buttcracks
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
This is
looking at The Thing's naked pictures
Taking Ex-Lax to relax with the needle and thread
sewing up all the other buttcracks
In the industry there's no
{DJ Q Bert scratches "right now here we go"}
[Dr. Octagon]
A lot of rappers are wack they cold booty from the buttcrack
Swingin
I bust back
Kid for real, watch your buttcrack
Entourages, movin' neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers
Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car
[Verse 1]
Somebody tell me who's that, what's that
It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack
Don't even front and try to ask who
contracts, while Vaseline, smears your buttcrack
I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack
Skinny kid two pounds, with phony legs, bustin two
your mouth out with fat pigs, you smokin cigs
Rip out your buttcrack, no bras out, to fit your back
Skinny legs, trip on, you get your grub
in half,
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back,
Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack,
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without
your buttcrack jiggle and stick his little ding a ling in the middle
I suppose you can wait for a weddin but ain't nothin wrong with givin up a little
want to stuff in your buttcrack
On top of that, no, fuck that, I'm on top of you
Shakin' hips and things
When I blew out her O-ring
LIL' SHANK, PLUG
wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
'cause I can, 'cause I'm phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she walks around
your buttcrack, you want that
Call me, I'm guaranteed, you'll run back
Oooh, ooooh
[Chorus]
Whether or not, the Billboard Awards
For a whack pop
nibbles on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown
will give your forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain
(Chorus 2x)
if I
Should kiss her or adjust the
Torque in her buttcrack there i
Didn't know what to do!
And my sister, she's a big ol'
Fat girl up there and
Uh i
new bitch so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack
I'm ready to give my guns back
Hop back in the ring and I run that
Rid of them off that love
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