Scene (feat. Flyboy Tarantino & Kin$oul)

Kid Trunks

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    Gling, gling, gling (huh)
    Bloop, bloop
    That's the sound of that sauce zippin' in your bitch pussy

    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
    If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like usain
    Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
    Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Until it break (uh)
    Until it break (uh)

    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip the whip into the shake
    Push to start, hit the gas, in yo' face
    Shake that ass, shake that ass, make it quake
    Can't escape, from this fate, it's way too late (yeah)
    Get them bands, I'm so in love with the profit
    Two foreign hoes, from the tropics, rolling tropic
    Saliva swappin', got me feelin' hella' nauseous
    When I'm off the perky, feeling like nothing can hurt me

    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
    If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like usain
    Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
    Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Until it break (uh)
    Until it break (uh)

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    I can't trust a soul (oh no)
    My pocket on swole
    I wan't some ice, I need that glow
    She look nice, she givin' throat
    Earlobe full of gold, like I sold my soul
    She a thotty, me and my partner ran laps around that hoe
    We ran a train, feelin' like thomas
    Beat it like ronda, beat it like micheal jai
    Touch my pen let that bitch spray
    Catchin' a case, I put that in the paint
    Feelin' like usain [?]
    They told me I got a lot on my plate
    They told me I got a lot on my plate
    Knock it off, boy you're soft
    Please just stop it
    I can't take no loss
    We takin' off just like rocket
    Bitch I'm a boss
    Feelin' like me, I'm with the stove
    She want that water like voss
    My dick gon' fit in like cross

    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
    If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like usain
    Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
    Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Until it break (uh)
    Until it break (uh)

    See the comma, don't be frontin' with words
    I got four bitches and your hoe is the third
    She gon', fly fuck my friends just call her a bird
    That's the [?] your vision is blurred (okay!)

    Stone cold, switch blade
    In your mothafuckin' rib cage, johnny cage
    You don't get your fuckin' rent paid, it's a shame and
    You ain't fuckin' on a damn thing
    You a lame, lil' bitch (okay!)
    Stone cold, switch blade
    In your mothafuckin' rib cage, johnny cage
    You don't get your fuckin' rent paid, it's a shame and
    You ain't fuckin' on a damn thing (no you're not)
    You a lame, lil' bitch

    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break
    If I, see a pussy talking bread, I'm like usain
    Bitch you runnin' 'cross the map, ain't no fucking place is safe
    Boy you goofy and I'm 'bout to fuck your momma in her face
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Betty crocker whip my wrist, I whip my wrist until it break (uh)
    Until it break (uh)
    Until it break (okay)

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    Composition: Kid Trunks

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