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Mome Boys
Mome Boys
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"And you are positive that man and ape cannot be related? As sure as I am that Jesus hates hip hop!" Yeah "You wanna get high?" I'm already high, bitch Ugh, I just got this feelin' in my fuckin' nuts I just wanna OOO-OOO-OOO OOOH! You know what I'm saying? I just ooh (ohh) Yeah, lil bitch, it's motherfuckin' Monkey Man Got a big banana, I'm a motherfuckin' ladies man Blowin' up this track like I'm in Afghanistan Yeah, and I ain't done yet Bust on yo bitch, and hit her with a frying pan Making it rain, baby, like I'm the fuckin'... weather man Gaga-googoo bitch, I'm the boss baby Daddy Daycare muhfucker, I'm my own nanny Shittin on you bitches, I be overflowin' Potty mouth muhfucker, I ain't easygoin' Red solo cup, sippin' mommy milkies Mommy make-out day and I got yo mommy with me Got that sloppy toppy, gave that bitch a bib Whole gang wearing Huggies, pull up on yo crib Investin in the pussy, call me Mark Cuban Celiac disease, I don't fuck with gluten Goin' in raw, it's a Monday night Fuck segregation, it's black and white Soulja Boy on the track, I already told 'em She grab my dick in Dallas, call it a Texas Hold'Em Yo girl's Patreon, every month, yeah, I'm pledgin' Bank account lookin' like Raid Shadow Legends "Guys, guys, guess what, listen! I just, I'm drinking the winning Danimals! I get to see Zack and Cody! Not only Zack, but Cody too!" With a bitch, that look like a fish Make a Make-a-Wish, I don't care, I'm 'bout to swish Up in Bass Pro Shop break her walls, fuck a door stop Tryna clear the air, when I saw her at a truck stop, damn "Banana bread," I'm like, "where?" Mmm, but I'm so fucking hungry! You don't wanna bug me, but this a free country 'Bout to go monkey, thank you, Sir Humphry They call me virgin, but I've been impostor 'Cause I vented into yo grandma's room And drowned that hag, with my coom And yo Grandad, he's so clingy, after we bone I had to go to a bank, just to get a-loan While you're simpin' in twitch chat, all nekked and lonely I'll have your mom speechless, like we're on emote-only To see these are lies, you don't need a brain surgeon 'Cause I am most definitely... still a virgin Got no bitches, I got bumble Welcome to the jungle, but yet we still fumble Dreamin' of titty I can suck We need that shit quick, like it's leakin, like god damn Zuck Pussy too tight, like tummy tuck But all the homies and Monkey Man come and run it up And at a point, you gotta say that's enough When's enough, when you gotta get buff? "Hello there Sir Humphry Davy I've ser-I've served you a platter of bananas Along with your monkey pet over there" (Yeah) "Is there anything else you would like, good sir?" OOO-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH! Spittin, lickin', suckin', fuckin' on my fuckin' monkey balls Suckin, lickin', fuckin', suckin' on my fuckin' monkey balls Use my banana, to answer all yo phone calls Then stick it in yo mouth, and lick on my monkey Ba-ba-ba-balls, bitch! She got fake hair, that bitch has a perm! Heh, a fuckin' perm, bitch? Ha! Perm on that hoe shit bitch on dat fuck ass hoe and a fuckin
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