| Bloop, Bloop
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| That’s the sound of that sauce zippin' in your bitch pussy
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| D. Rein
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
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| If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain
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| Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe
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| Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (uh)
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip the whip into the shake
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| Push to start, hit the gas, in yo' face
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| Shake that ass, shake that ass, make it quake
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| Can’t escape, from this fate, it’s way too late (yeah)
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| Get them bands, I’m so in love with the profit
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| Two foreign hoes, from the tropics, rolling tropic
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| Saliva swappin', got me feelin' hella' nauseous
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| When I’m off the perky, feeling like nothing can hurt me
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
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| If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain
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| Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe
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| Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (uh)
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| I can’t trust a soul (oh no)
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| My pocket on swole
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| I wan’t some ice, I need that glow
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| She look nice, she givin' throat
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| Earlobe full of gold, like I sold my soul
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| She a thotty, me and my partner ran laps around that hoe
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| We ran a train, feelin' like thomas
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| Beat it like Ronda, beat it like Micheal Jai
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| Touch my pen let that bitch spray
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| Catchin' a case, I put that in the paint
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| Feelin' like Usain Bolt, fled to the cake
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| They told me I got a lot on my plate
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| They told me I got a lot on my plate
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| Knock it off, boy you’re soft
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| Please just stop it
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| I can’t take no loss
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| We takin' off just like rocket
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| Bitch I’m a boss
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| Feelin' like me, I’m with the stove
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| She want that water like Voss
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| My dick gon' fit in like cross
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
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| If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain
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| Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe
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| Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (uh)
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| See the comma, don’t be frontin' with words
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| I got four bitches and your hoe is the third
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| She gon', fly fuck my friends just call her a bird
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| That’s the word for you ass cause your vision is blurred (Okay!)
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| Stone cold, switch blade
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| In your mothafuckin' rib cage, Johnny Cage
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| You don’t get your fuckin' rent paid, It’s a shame and
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| You ain’t fuckin' on a damn thing
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| You a lame, lil' bitch (Okay!)
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| Stone cold, switch blade
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| In your mothafuckin' rib cage, Johnny Cage
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| You don’t get your fuckin' rent paid, It’s a shame and
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| You ain’t fuckin' on a damn thing (no you’re not)
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| You a lame, lil' bitch
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
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| If I, see a pussy talking bread, I’m like Usain
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| Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain’t no fucking place is safe
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| Boy you goofy and I’m 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Betty Crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (uh)
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| Until it break (okay) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scene, artist - Kid Trunks. Album song The Kid Before Trunks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп