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lirik lagu fine dining – digbar

[chorus: digbar]
i don’t give a f*ck
slip it in his b*tt, he start quacking like a duck (quacking like a duck)
i’mma take that cake no matter what, you’re out of luck
back it, back it up just like that booty is a truck, i’m finna nut
ay, yeah, i’m finna bust (what?)
pull up in them booty shorts from walmart, that’s a must (yeah)
i feel like an all*star when i’m in that n*gga b*tt (in that n*gga b*tt)
he can’t take the d*ck, i said “round two” and he said “what?”

[verse 1: digbar & the ass blaster]
he said what? what? f*ckin’ on his b*tt
like a squirrel, i’mma open my mouth wide for them nuts
like a doctor, my d*ck all up in his stomach, in them guts
like peroxide, me and him just chillin’ in the cut (what?)
f*cked your b*tch (yeah, yeah), sucked your d*ck (yeah)
spitting on his tip (yeah), it’s dribbling down his d*ck (yeah)
i’m tryna eat a piece of his sh*t, yeah (woah)
and i’m brеaking down the mothaf*ckin’ door if i see him and i’m h*rny
if he’s hard, i f*ck him, it’s the еnd of the story
slap him if we f*ckin’ and he sucked the glizzy poorly
ain’t n0body f*cked this many dudes like this before me
i can f*ck a dude, i’ll nut until its morning
i’m recording when i suck a dude’s d*ck
i’m a throat goat, you know i make him cum quick
i’m up next in this game, yeah, you know that sh*t
calling me the g*y yeat? don’t compare me to that b*tch
ay, i be suckin’ the cum right out his d*ck
he keep f*ckin’ on my b*tt, oh my god, i think i’m gon’ sh*t
i pick him up in the hummer, we have a slumber, eating his d*ck just like it’s a cucumber
he pull away from the d*ck, he a runner
i’m shootin’ the cum out my d*ck, i’m a gunner (pow, pow)
it’s digbar and the ass blaster, he f*ckin’ me slow so i told him to f*ck me faster
slappin’ me with that d*ck on my back just like he master
i want bbc and not that british broadcaster
i told him “toot it up” because he ready for the c*ck
he keep on tickin’ my nuts and oh no, no, he’s not gon’ stop
i’m gon’ hit his b*tt from the back til’ he in shock
f*ckin’ on the bed and we not wearin’ no socks, ay
i told him “toot it up” because he ready for the c*ck
he keep on tickin’ my nuts and oh no, no, he’s not gon’ stop
i’m gon’ hit his b*tt from the back til’ he in shock
f*ckin’ on the bed and we not wearin’ no socks, ay
[chorus: digbar]
i don’t give a f*ck
slip it in his b*tt, he start quacking like a duck (quacking like a duck)
i’mma take that cake no matter what, you’re out of luck
back it, back it up just like that booty is a truck, i’m finna nut
ay, yeah, i’m finna bust (what?)
pull up in them booty shorts from walmart, that’s a must (yeah)
i feel like an all*star when i’m in that n*gga b*tt (in that n*gga b*tt)
he can’t take the d*ck, i said “round two” and he said “what?”

[verse 2: abdul cisse, the ass blaster & digbar]
he said “first things first, let’s get this straight, i’m not”
i walked up on a n*gga and i sucked all on his c*ck (what?)
without any questions, i said “no if, ands or buts”
i had a n*gga feelin’ on my pants and grabbin’ on my nuts
i said “hey, i’m feelin’ g*y” (i’m feeling g*y)
what can i say? i wanna f*ck a dude and slowly freak him wednesday
hey, i’m feelin’ g*y (i’m feelin’ g*y)
i couldn’t wait until the weekend and i’m runnin’ out of time, i gotta spray
n*gga came up to me, asked if i wanna play
i told him he could get this foot*long like we at subway
and the look of this hot dude, he got me actin’ some way
got me shootin’ all over and then i shot up all the way
hey, i’m feelin’ g*y (h*lla g*y)
me and digbar out here makin’ more hits than dr. dre
hey, i’m feelin’ g*y
he’s squirming on the ground, but i still f*ck him anyway
i shoot the s*m*n like i’m in the middle of a navy battle
on that bbc and then he pee, i ride him with no saddle
suckin’ his d*ck, it’s red delicious, but like a massive apple
bustin’ my hip, i’m gettin’ vicious the way i f*ck his assh0l*
bust on my hip, my d*ck covered by his lips
i’m finna cum the quick, the way he gawkin’ on my sh*t
i think i’mma p*ss, unleash in his iron grip
releasin’ the clip, he slip, then he take a sip
most of these motherf*ckers in this game can’t touch me
the highest on the food chain, number one top g
just like andrew tate, but i’m way more fruity
that p*ssy*ass b*tch likes women, he goofy (goofy*ass b*tch!)
and he acts like a g*nius, how smart can he be if he don’t like p*n*s? (facts)
never trust a man that says he likes cleavage (nope)
i’m on a quest to suck a lot of d*ck, now let me go complete it
i think i can help you go complete that mission
i’m the goat at suckin’ d*ck and i put n*ggas in submission
i’m gon’ throat him on the bed and y’all shut up like it’s detention
have that n*gga’s cheeks clenchin’, and also i need to mention that i ain’t straight
h*ll naw, not even a little
tryna taste the n*gga rainbow, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no skittles
man, that d*ck kinda fire, you think i can take a nibble?
two white guys piping on me, it’s that monkey in the middle (uh)
hey, i’m feelin’ g*y (i’m feelin g*y)
what can i say? i wanna f*ck a dude and slowly freak him wednesday
hey, i’m feelin’ g*y (i’m feelin’ g*y)
i couldn’t wait until the weekend and i’m runnin’ out of time, i gotta spray
can’t believe some n*ggas out here tryna get rid of g*y marriage (what?)
just the sight of a dude is enough to get me raring
got me dribblin’ all over this d*ck
like an ice cream in my hand, i gotta take a l!ck
yeah, it’s a brand new day (yup!)
h*rny as h*ll, and yet i still feel g*y (g*y)
i’m out here like a star in the sky, and i am shining
got a taste of that d*ck, yeah, we call that “fine dining”
[outro: abdul cisse]
yeah, fine dining, like a five*star meal, mwah
chef’s kiss? more like chef’s d*ck

- digbar

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