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lirik lagu penelope a.k.a brooklyn guy’s daughter – bowser jr

[intro]
lord god
i come to you a sinner
and i humbly repent for my sins
i believe that jesus is lord
i believe that you raised him from the dead
i will ask that jesus come to my life
and be my lord and savior
i receive jesus to take control of my life
and that i may live for him from this day forth
thank you lord jesus for saving me with your precious blood
in jesus’ name, amen

[verse]
i met her at this school day on y u dumb elementary
she had the credentials of strippers in atlanta
ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel
i want to ride like cody
push an ‘jeffy triple c
“h*llo my name is penelope”
i said “no, you’re s*xy ”
whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her learning
wobble knees had played in the background
the parade music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)
“where you stay?”
she said, “down the street with brooklyn. t. guy”
okay, i know that’s borderline florida or lake ridge lane oh
“well is it florida?”
“no, ” she replied and quickly start batting her eyes and
i strictly had wanted her thighs around me
fourteen, with nothing but p*ssy stuck on my mental
my motive was rather sinful
“what you trying to get into?”
she didn’t tell, just gave her my location
dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and well
the summer had passed and now i’m liking her
conversation we having probably enticing her
who could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her
love or l*st, regardless i’ll f*ck ’cause the trife in us
it’s deep*rooted, the music of being young and dumb
its never muted, in fact it’s much louder where i’m from
we know a lot ’bout each other, her father was everything
she live with her dad and her more stupid mother
her favorite cousin bad things guy irrepetible
family history of k!lling did make me skeptical
but not enough to stop me from getting a nut
“i wanna come over, what’s up?”
that’s what i told her soon as this episode
of doofy go off
i’m trying to get off
i was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty
probably could hurt me, but f*ck it i got some heart
grab my housemate’s keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy
so now i’m down lake ridge lane in a chevrolet
passing mc, my hunger meter in need of a pump
i got enough to get me through the traffic jam
at least i hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man
i’m thinking ’bout that s*x, thinking bout her thighs
or maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe what position’s next
sent a picture of her snap she blowing up my texts
i looked at ’em and almost ran my front bumper into the police
enthused by the touch of a woman she’s a masseuse
and i’m a professional p*rn star when off the root
i had precious in the whip like lovell stanton for ransom
i’m hoping to get her loose like an uncle luke anthem
i’m two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet
and six steps from where she stay, she waving me ‘cross the street
i pulled up a smile on my face, and then i see
two n*ggas, two police outfits, i froze as my phone rang
[outro]
please leave your message for 323
record your message after the tone
junior, where you at?
d*mn! the food sittin’ here waitin’ for you
you told me you wasn’t gon’ be leaving the house
i’m gotta go tell your daddy, man
you kids ready to eat! i’m ready to eat, sh*t
i gotta get them food stamps, come on now
you on you way or what?
i hope you ain’t out there messin’ with them d*mn weird kids out there, sh*t
especially that lil’ crazy*ass girl penelope
and plus you got school tomorrow
you keep f*ckin’ around in them streets
you ain’t gon’ pass to the next grade, fifth grade
(is that junior on the phone?)
yo’ daddy hollerin’ about some d*mn mcdonalds (lemme holler at me him)
he want to holler at you too, go ‘head, braxton, go! sh*t
braxton! (what?) you on his voicemail! d*mn fool (oh) sh*t!
(j, where my motherf*ckin’ mcdonalds at?
this the second time i ask you to bring my f*ckin’ mcdonalds !)
braxton, give me the d*mn phone, sh*t, don’t hang up! d*mn!
just let me—junior
when you get this message, man, call me back
i need to know when you gon’ bring back jeffy’s d*mn car
this man fussin’ about some d*mn mcdonalds
it ain’t all that serious, for d*mn mcdonalds
sh*t, i’ma miss my d*mn sleep! f*ck!
f*ck them d*mn mcdonalds, n0body wanna hear that
n0body wanna hear yo’ ass!
matter of fact, cut my motherf*ckin’ charlyyyy back on
you k!llin’ my motherf*ckin’ vibe

- bowser jr

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