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lirik lagu poop – imagine creativity

[verse 1: imagine creativity]
sh*tting on these rappers, free of charge, no bono
go buy a ford, harrison, go solo
gotta find the bathroom so that i can go*go
the sh*t up in my ass, got me jumping like a pogo
jumping likе a pogo, make the ass shake (ass shakе)
fold my ass, she’s playing patty cake (patty cake)
yeah, i’m sitting here trying to contemplate
if i should decide your fate and go and k!ll you like the rake, ayy
overthinking, these lines now, so lemme me flip it up
while i’m sitting here, let me f*cking ride a sippy cup
yeah i’m lil baby, please f*cking burp me
while i’m sitting here, yeah i’m sucking on a slipper
while i’m sh*tting on your chest, does it smell good though?
running in the sh*t like you know i got blow
no i don’t, i don’t do drugs, neither should
you while i’m coming in like, joshy please save me dude
[verse 2: køjin]
i’m dropping bombs, and by bombs i mean sh*ts
my pants feel like niagski, when i mess i admit
i get the sh*t stuck i’m gonna p*ssy, i’m gonna quit
i was squeezed out of sh*t and it looked like brad pitt
tryna hold the f*cker in, i gotta straighten my b*tt
i gotta make it to the toilet because i gotta buss
hand it to my homie howard so he can see my dump
who the f*ck is howard
howard these nuts
call this sh*t a nut because you know that it’s busting
look around the room, i sh*t myself, i see no fussing
this sh*t looking green, it’s an imposter, press the b*tton
amoug us
call me cb when i do my f*cking dance
the size of my sh*t makes my d*ck look like an ant
rapping around nothing, yeah, i hate france
cause i really think i’m bad as sh*t, my f*cking pants

[chorus: imagine creativity & køjin]
hey girl, let me watch you go and sh*t your pants
while i’m sitting here with my crew
do my little dance
cause i’m with my new crew
staring at your new b00bs
like i’m sitting there baby, yeah
you know it’s not rude
cause i wanna sh*t up on your f*cking chest
lemme sh*t up on your chest
god d*mn
i’m the best
god d*mn he’s the best when he sh*ts up on your chest
when he sh*ts up on your chest
[verse 3: vxlity]
i’m driving in my new whip, baby, holdin’ my hands
baby, though, i gotta take a sh*t, look back, no sh*t
i p**ped out over the cb, coming for the heat
i’m back in it, where we go
we in the sh*t club now, bad b*tches sitting on our laps
oh yes, i’m full of the drinks
wait a minute, f*ck
i gotta go take a sh*t, feel it back
god d*mn, didn’t make it again, i was close though
i’m back in it, where we go
now we back at home, getting the board
now me and mother, playing chess
my girl getting mad cause i ain’t giving her
that she keeps talking and i imagine real sh*t
on your chest, part after part
i’m doing my job, just watching my girl
far away, that’s really weird, though
but i’m joking, maybe not looking at these only fans’ thots
and holy f*ck, that’s a lot, holy sh*t, i’m so h*rny
not again, i gotta take a quick sh*t, real sh*t, real smell
oh f*ck, my girl just farted, now i’m failing all my classes
i’m off topic, i’m r*t*rded, oh f*ck

- imagine creativity

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