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wabbadappadoodoo - sexyboyz lyrics

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[verse 1: pearlyboypalais]

swag boasts, i do most
f*ck the man’s coast, we are posted
with the alley coat, bad folk
gotta tell your man go, he too close

we hit his glass, hard toast
boy got very soaked
handy classic breath, yes
b*tch, i’m your best bet
i got the b*tch, mostly wet, got a b*tch
i won’t forget it, my girl spec*tested

when i leave him, i regret it i got my girl well*infested
when i come on the chestin’ two bad chicks naked
then they peckin’ me to death ain’t got the rose pink lеather
p*ssy sittin’ on that batter goose down, go intеstine
i’m a bad boy figure

squishin’, tearin’ up my liver
tummy hurtin’, ain’t do dinner
i’m takin’ adderall and a liquor
i’ll tell my mama i’ll do better
then i act like i did it better
under influence like umbrella
pearly boy, designer get*up
pretty boy, i’ll trendsetter
gonna die for the feta
pearly boy, i’ll trendsetter
pretty boy, designer get*up

[verse 2: tulip]

oh god, why they let this man back?
i come in von dutch on my hat
she suck me, yeah, i don’t suck her back
she on me till my d*ck start to crack

my girl p*ssy gin0bili with the baldness
if this ain’t greatness, then what you even call this
it’s like i’m in the bubble, had to get back to ballin
boy, you lance armstrong with all of your baldness

i sip on that nicotine b*tch, come let me fl!ck a bean
she say that i’m rude, but really only this d*ck is mean
i’m f*cked up in aberdeen, cryin’ in a limousine
i try to distance in quarantine but she give head like a guillotine

[verse 3: mattjoneslovesyou]
nicotine juice, the recipe fruity and the booty and the bass
drum droppin’ like a guillotine, too i don’t mean to be rude
but it’s obviously true that we’re some super s*xy dudes

so, you need a little proof, do you
whoo, baddya appa doo, wabbadappadoodoo!
i do what i do, but everything you do, it’s doo*doo
shoot for the moon, because young tulip’s got tunes

and i’ve been usin’ opportunities
tunin’ up my tongue and cheek
pondering philosophies and wondering if talk is cheap
wandering through wilderness
i’m willing to compete
watch me hit that sh*t on beat
with my cadence and my t**th

and my vocabulary yeah, i smoke until i sleep
i don’t coke and i don’t sleep esoteric sob, yeah
s*b*n*g*c, we flexin’ in our sleep
yes, flexin’ in our sleep, b*tch, s*b*n*g*c

[verse 4: lil pesty]

cold like alaska, flyin’ around like santa
your b*tch so fancy, shout out iggy azalea
take her out, blast off into the stratosphere
b*tch, you a gerbil, so call me richard gere
she suckin’ on the p*n*s, almost forgot to clean it
you’re on redtube cryin’, almost outta kleenex
gettin’ hosed just like i’m bill cosby
pull up on the crew, meet the shooters in the lobby

give her my whole five inch, you know she don’t even flinch
eat the p*ssy like an onion, i might just be the grinch
we gettin’ big money, you fellas big dummies
if i forget to pull out, that’s me being big clumsy

you smokin’ marlboro reds, i’m gettin’ marlboro head
she fell asleep so quick, i almost thought she was dead
take her to dq, lambo in the drive*thru
if the p*ssy wet, then i might take a dive too

- sexyboyz lyrics

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