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top 9 - cole myer lyrics

i said i quit monte

i like my beans pinto, i’m with denise at bingo
i keep it simple, mcdonald’s drive*thru, four burgers, two big cokes
significant tokes when the bong gets smoked
i just wrote a note”thou shall never elope a dirty dumb hoe who plays outside of the snow or wants to run away from cole”

i did a birthday bash for my first show
i told lil shottz to hurt fort gu
she saw my arm once and wanna tour my globe
okay, yes, for sure

riding in the ford with a four but we f*cked before
so i need another wh0re to junk my drawer, i mean and clean my floor
cause the b*tch was down bad for more but i can’t afford anymore war
with a woman who’s still sore that i didn’t want to hit before

she shaved the p*ssy for me
i walk up in the bedroom with a birthday suit
she said”what you working with”
i dropped a bomb and i dropped the nuke
and i stood over her body as she puked
because i walked in and had a big toot

i’m with marina cleaning floors, she ain’t got no visa
paint the whole sk*nk with some paint like i’m mona lisa
i told her that she better jack it for some pennies cause she muy bonita
stroke it fast like cheetah, she got amnesia, her name papita, and she from argentina
i’m eating rib*eyes at five guys with 10 guys, we getting high
cooking pot pies at popeyes with popeye
i’m looking at a sk*nk rock hard and i’m sky high
i throw her in the air and spin around, helicopter
my thing got guns on it baby, it’s a chopper
i’m sick of these boring ass rappers, need a doctor
i have never done drugs, i am not a pill popper

and the way i’m breathing now, i shouldn’t touch my lungs
i slurp her like a chug jug despite the rug on my tongue
she pull my pants down, look at me, sorry i’m not hung
i’m todd roberts, yes i’m very hung, i hit hole in ones

i’m at bk, have it her way, give her chicken fingers
i shmear the d*mn chicken at kfc, they finger l!ckers
i’m at zaxby’s with a pole in the lobby, i’m feeding strippers
i dave’s hot chicken with dirty spicks on a motorcycle with daryl dixon

i got slim pickings, if you in need of d*cking i’m giving you a fixin
drank too much, just threw up, i got true addictions
i need a hood b*tch throwing b*tt, she got movement in it
i’m at the bar mitzvah, it’s a jewish function, i’m with the jewish women

i call ’em mr. krabs, all them, yeah they penny pinchin
i’m with jamal and jaquez, we off the henny itchin
i’m with a country sl*t i just met, i wrote her a written
she looking for a rabbi but all she see is sad guys who’s side eye when she’s by so she went bi
that’s when i told her goodbye, she can’t tell me a lie
i can’t divide the pie with bill nye and the weather guy cause i’m tipping over landmines
and shazam dice
buddy, i am not fine, but everything is alright
i shake my hands and quiver when they calling me a top five cause it’s more like top nine and i’m on top of eight guys

- cole myer lyrics

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