Kishore Kumar Hits

GOOBERS - LEAN*MACHINE lyrics

Artist: GOOBERS

album: LEAN*MACHINE


(Aye, Aye, Yuh)
Lemme talk my shit
Pack a clip
Airing it
Watch your head
Might wanna duck, you bitch
And I'm always on that gay shit
Got that pipe need you to lay it
Out the bus, titled towers, grab the mac, and then I'm sprayin'
Tik on the dick, Tok on the cock, facts
Night in with the bros, that's some shit I'll never pass
Homie comin' over, wonder if he tryna smash
Fuck, I just want a piece of Ryan Reynolds ass (hold on, what)
Bad bitch on my line, I like men (what)
She gon pull with the fucking mac, no 10
Got a Glock by my side, me and Klover in the tent
Playing Nekopara with the boys, vanilla on rent
But wait like wait, that's the case
Imma pull up with a duffle bag
Rub it in his face (yuh)
Everything I say, it just ends up bein' gay
So I collect all my nut, just to feed it to my
Okay
Bad bitch yea and she does what I say
Fingers so good
That it turn that bitch gay
Moanin' so loud
Now she screamin' my name
And she numb to the waist
Like she on novocaine
One up girl yea she put it in my face
Fucked her so hard
Now she wet as a snowflake
Resengan On the beat
Make that ass shake
Sexy no jutsu
Fuckin' till her back break
I LOVE LEAN
Hey Horkjunk here with the intermission
I'm not gay, I'm just chilling, that's my mission
Every bar so fire I'm gettin' flashbacks
I just saw a homie cum in his own ass crack
Who needs rhymes when you have the vision, WOO
Ay Yuh YUH
Just hop on my dick and make me cum quick
(Yuh) Your bitch she a tease but she can suck a mean dick
No teeth, Balls deep, She's chokin' on my cream
Eating her pussy out so good she moaning my name in Japanese
UMAI
Bitch, Please
Motha Fucka
You know I'm drinking on some lean
Got me slaying demons like
Yea your bitch said
She don't wanna see ya
(AYE)
Suckin' on his dick like a caprisun
Boutta smack his ass like I need some (wait, what the fuck)
Cum breathin' on his ass, make it a meltdown
Since your father came to town
Now we at the playgrounds
My circus came to town
You better run far
Cause the muffin man's a clown
Boutta eat your battery's like balloon boy (hello)
Gonna eat your chicks ass like a fucking chew toy (squeaky, squeaky)
Blood on my lip
Hoes on my dick
Hate on me bitch (ugh)
Airpods in my ears
Nothing to fear
Y'all act so queer (yeah, word)
Taking it to the fast lane
Feelin' like cocaine
Wish that I change
You know I won't (yea right)
I'll never fold
Even if it's cold
Out here
(Ay) Got my ass, that's a carry-on
Tell me something' Fresh, for the rest, of the goobers, baby
Sayin' 'bust on that baddie' but oops! That's her daddy
So Klover hit me up
Fatty out
And make it candy
But man he got a sweet-tooth
Damn he a baddie
Cause Imma bad bitch and I don't know how to ride a bike
Bitch I'm whipping in the kitchen, baby call me Walter White
Cause we the new wave
Call me oogway
(I LOVE LEAN)

Поcмотреть все песни артиста

Other albums by the artist

Similar artists