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a romantic song - chazer wazer lyrics

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[chorus]
yeah b*tch, you wanna go home?
you can suck my d*ck like an ice cream cone
we can f*ck on the bed, f*ck on the floor
or just give me head, the choice is yours
yeah b*tch, you wanna go home?
you can suck my d*ck like an ice cream cone
we can f*ck on the bed, f*ck on the floor
or just give me head, the choice is yours

[verse 1]
your breast are the best and it makes me upset
best i’ve had and we ain’t even f*ck yet
i mean i’ve had fitter but they sucked less
but b*tch you’re a winner, f*ck the rest
c treats you like a queen in jeans
eyes green, the most f*ckable i’ve seen
getting hard just from the writing
your p*ssy i wannabe biting
you squirt in my face, my eyes sting
you’ve got a p*ssy, i’ve got a d*ck
now, i could f*ck a hotter b*tch
kiss my d*ck, you better honour this
i got this condom from a ditch
f*ck the mic, i wanna spit on a cl*t
f*ck a dyk*, i wanna f*ck this witch
she’s envious of my current b*tch
you’re the only b*tch worthy of me
f*ck a personality, love your double d’s
[chorus]
yeah b*tch, you wanna go home?
you can suck my d*ck like an ice cream cone
we can f*ck on the bed, f*ck on the floor
or just give me head, the choice is yours
yeah b*tch, you wanna go home?
you can suck my d*ck like an ice cream cone
we can f*ck on the bed, f*ck on the floor
or just give me head, the choice is yours

[verse 2]
we can sit down and f*ck on the sofa
she with me ’cause i’ve got dough like a loaf a
bread, you heard me, you heard what i said
i just want some head, not a wed
b*tch, i’d rather be dead
you’re just some dumb sl*t
you lay there and get f*cked
you want a husband and a baby, sh*t luck
if you get pregnant you’ll get fat
and quite frankly i’d rather f*ck a cat
you don’t like that, we can call it a wrap
wait where you goin’?

part ii
[verse 1]
so you left me for some other guy?
i hope you realise i’m like no other guy?
i don’t care though, i hope your mother dies
it’s not my fault i could never love a bride
you leaving me cut like a rubber knife
you’re a f*cking idiot though, i’m funner, i
i’m so big i get a piece of gunna’s pie
when they ask why you left, i’m a lie
so i’m a k!ll your man and be a runner, bye

[chorus]
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)
b*tch, this your fault (why the f*ck you do that?)

[verse 2]
i don’t see you every hour of the day and i hate it
i used to be so happy, now i’m so f*cking jaded
i use to treat you like vocals, and lay it
i see what i want and take it
wrap your f*cking baby in a blanket
oh, what the f*ck? you’ve now got fake tits
i wanna suck your nipple, turn ass to a cripple
effect you like a ripple, get your p*ssy and l!ck all
creep in while you’re sleepin’, peep in
now your ass is weepin’
hey, i know i just k!lled your boyfriend but we can still f*ck
i just hope you’re still an ill sl*t
but i’ve got a headache so keep ya grill shut
or you could just blow me like a suicide bomber
if you say “no”, i promise you will cry on a
toilet, p*ssing on a pregnancy test
then k!ll this bird like gregory peck
clear your bones, kiss the ho, l!ck your toes
now i sit alone in my home with my throne

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