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A hundred million dollars, I don't care

When I was seven, I went to heaven
Asked how many fingers, she told me eleven
Got eleven fingers like an alien

This hole is Jesus
This hole is gold
This hole moves mountains
Now, you behold

You want this bussy?
It's nice and wet
This hole is tight, This hole

might stay 
Or new beginnings to hold my thoughts 
No more petty ways 
In a box I stayed all day 
To work my piano keys and 
Burn holes in my fingers from

holes and trigger fingers
This a closed orgy, you cannot fuck with us
Dank Neighbourhood, turn your crew into a pile of dust
Don't forget my name, it's

my shoulders, put my fingers down
And tear a hole right through that mother
But life keeps on happening
And I drift back on whispers of mediocrity

it be hard to tuck my cutter
Put my finger in that other hole 'cause she like when I do it (like when I do it)
She so petty, she get mad whenever her

tell me how deep is your love? 

Oh, mine was cheap and made of plastic
Full of holes to stick fingers
And when the body lost that attraction
They sold

dig a hole we keep are fingers crossed

Now numbing from   the pain and  insanity  Missing angels and the demons seem to trounce
An old idea that holds

Certain thoughts for a video 
They like fingers in they booty hole 
And then they complaining 
I'm on a mission that's mannish 
Culture expansion

playing b-ball and playing C-LO
Now I’m serving hard white trying to duck the RICO
You it’s 12 if it’s a white hand over the peep hole
Middle finger

Thrown into a dirty hole
Workin' fingers to the bone
A working man's soul is hammered dead and cold
A heart chiseled out of black stone
You double

door

Stumbling to your room 
Push fingers into walls
Every single holes a memory you wish could go away
That moment hits, your skin begins to crawl

Pointing fingers aiming for the critic hole
Digging deeper
Take a shovel to the digital world
I'm learning to live in 
Alive
Where I feel like I fit in

to chill, yeah, y’all need to chill
Not a day go, I ain’t feeling Fuego
Stacking all the pesos, two fingers up for the a-holes, woah
Riding through the sand

just hit me up she tryna schedule a
Meet and greet hit her wit the razzle dazzle stutter
Step crossover pistol Pete peering to the hole with a finger

Oreo double stack’m stack’m
Only cuz she asked for it
I’m not nasty
Just impressionable
Keep yo finger away from my booty hole
That’s a no no no no no

We're hosing... hosing our veggie garden

Make some holes with your finger or thumb
Place a seed in every one
We're planting... planting our veggie garden

Itchy trigger finger
Fill you up with holes if you still stay And linger 
All you bitch ass hoes are bees Without the stinger
Quick draw off

fingers like seams, trace the holes in my jeans
Keep them memorized

Are you feeling me?
Or just filling spaces in between 
Who you were and who you'll be

You’re a showpiece not to touch

I’m turning into something really sick
A monster from a campy sci-fi flick
Reducing to a retina, a mouth hole and a finger

don't feel at home in your skin
With no hand to hold, you pick away at finger tips
And gloves show holes, up against the ropes
And a prized fighter, goes

Momo chant, Momo chant
モモ歌う, モモ歌う

Aretha Franklin more like Urethra (It's lit)
I want to stick your finger in my pee pee hole (*growls*)
I just

the pestilent, on earth as it is in hell
Breaking your soul, in a self-imposed hole
Pointing our fingers in blame -- NOW YOU FEEL THE STRAIN

they walked, the closer they became

Holding hands, holding hands
His finger touching hers through a hole in her glove
Holding hands, holding hands
You