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take off the condom - the special crew lyrics

[intro: gyattery]
slip off the condom, so i can—
slip off the condom, so i can cream

[verse 1: king alf]
you just got s*m*n, hit me with p*n*s
this ain’t p*rno but king alfie got d*ld*s
you do what you want now, like you gyattery or some’
he givin’ me facetime, even when we in person
i want you dressed up, so i can undress ya
the p*n*s is small, but we still f*cking all night
he got some boyfriends, we f*cked on the best one
i got a confession, i’m on another nut

[chorus: king alf gyattery]
(cream)
ooh*wee
ooh*wee (so i can cream)
ooh*wee
can cream (ooh*wee, so i can cream)
ooh*wee
ooh*wee (ooh*wee, so i can cream)
ooh*wee, ooh—

[refrain: gyattery]
slip off the condom, so i can—
slip off thе condom, so i can—
[verse 2: gyattery]
run it back for a real spastic, what?
push his stomach when i’m all in his b*tt
dress him up likе a supermodel (oh)
speakin’ tongues like he touchin’ bodies (ooh)
from the bbc, she still got some dreams
suckin’ biggest p*n*s i done ever seen
i’m a dog, told me, “jump up like a leash”
made him promises i know i’ll never cream
oh*oh*oh*oh*oh*oh
ain’t got no problem with alfie
but i can’t cuff him if that slow too choosy, nah*nah
you know what he want
he want a slow to suck on his p*n*s and finger his b*tt
(cover that cost)
he gettin’ calls from blocked numbers
his ex*boy fumbled, i guess that’s his loss (guess that’s his loss)
i might just pick up the next time we f*ckin’ and tell him to make that sh*t talk (talk)
uh*uh*uh*uh*uh*uh*uh*uh*ooh

[chorus: king alf gyattery]
(cream)
ooh*wee
ooh*wee (so i can cream)
ooh*wee
can cream (ooh*wee, so i can cream)
ooh*wee
ooh*wee (ooh*wee, so i can cream)
ooh*wee, ooh—
[verse 3: king alf]
you know it’s your home*boy diddy
you gotta show up and rape up the party
you gotta show up and suck me the hardest
throw on that outfit that show off the p*n*s
you flew to epstein and worked on your body
you strict on the dih, you strict on the nut
got out that party, turned out to a p*rno
professional thottie, make me feel like diddy
make me feel like epstein, i still feel like yeezy
k!llin’ these haters like we k!lling p*n*s
but we on the slow side, the gun in the b*tt hole
cuban link on me, watch out for king alfie
we back outside, and you know that
he got me c*ckin’ like kodak
i’m not that guy to go out with
p*p*p*p*p*p*pew at your skull cap
put one in your b*tt like im gyatterys main sl*t
she wanna spend christmas at king alf’s so bad
she treat a slow with no bag
like i treat a b*tch with no titties and no ass, sheesh

[chorus: king alf gyattery]
(cream)
ooh*wee
ooh*wee (so i can cream)
ooh*wee
so i can cream (ooh*wee, so i can cream)
ooh*wee
ooh*wee (ooh*wee, so i can cream)
ooh*wee, ooh—
[outro: gyattery]
slip off the condom, so i can—
slip off the condom, so i can—
slip off the condom, so i can—
slip off the condom, so i can—

- the special crew lyrics

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