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Interprète Missy Girl

Paroles de la chanson Here's The Fact par Missy Girl lyrics officiel

Here's The Fact est une chanson en Anglais

Here's the fact
We the monster
They stuck a coaster
In the prostate
They lick a try
And leave the cops salts for that
Archaic, the mic
Keep stubs, trust me
That music kitchen offal reek got you
Since I pit dat crunk beat
Let these fucking clump me
Vietnamese pig come up
Mind off drought
When he meat he eat weird
And we fuck you long on the cheech
Peekin' grand 'sprit fakin'
Bots' fade had a kid
To Grey Park where you now enjoy
You had his start
Loss had outgrown as did Bast's
Ain't no dry stalk
And no phase in my church
Let me breathe
And I'll fess up on this act
Double need the stuff I'm missin' keyish
Drop cloth
Els 'nuff said
Dewish stop-a-war
Lat and a Rosa pig, that's how Polly wanna rock
I flew where The Smiths did
Pizza gonna star a pepper
Lotsa toys take it fitty
'Less I take a Ichi with
Father get epic
You wanted to cop his dick
Baba can't dub it till you played me
Fuckin' me
Acapulco trees through the trees
You climb to sit
Lays the work
Lazy lasers
Escape on the monde, fizgig
Weapon here
Hi baby
Fauna be got to sleep
I'll be picked perfect
There's this dream you're fuckin' me
Acapulco trees through the trees
You climb to sit
Lays the work
Desperate escape on the monde fitz-feat
Obstetric the terror
What's it called?
This psyoptic looking thoughts
Set for ten on God
Calling now have seen them all
One deed is need
Antigo Overlord
His Prismarck chosen his parcel
Wiz on Papadu
Piss in him pork chop
Make kaka bread for him
Plopped in him work truck
Peanut salad cream triple-baked
At the cork pop, hit the pot
Hoy I'm feelin' 'tween some guilty bop
Sit beside Rita
I'll delete her with sugary paw
Did you hear it better?
Better get it for chi golf!
It's a corp-dep-made bot-fish leak-off
To get buff we placed into safeguard
Please don't let me cop this third watch
All cut pre-push digits on the paper
Member walks back he think he caught one, ooh!
So stay in the bar till you wrap
And you barbecue pretty T
Take 20, Flint City had you leads and costs
Calcul-Enterprise makin' finna bust in teeth
Like He-La. Want the itch?
Let them be honored with dot to stick
All within that digit
They figured way big
Father get epic
You wanted to cop his dick
Baba can't dub it till you played me
Fuckin' me
Acapulco trees through the trees
You climb to sit
Lays the work
Lazy lasers
Escape on the monde fitz-feat
When will you get here?
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Auteur: Luke Williams
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