BRAUW & Lil Woody & MC Virgins - Top Mountain

Flow fire Teryaki chicken (Hot)
Cut that bitch off cause that bitch be bitchin'
Whip it up
Gordon in the kitchen
Run up like bitch what's the motherfuckin' digits? (Aye, aye)
I saw your man
He was slurping a glizzy
I DJ the VJ until I get dizzy
She asked me to hang and I told her I'm busy
Cause the ass was fat but the pussy was fishy
It's one, two, skip to my lou
Talk shit about legos and it's motherfuck you
Put syrup on my Eggos and I head to school
I was lyin' bout the gilf
She was only 42 but
Still beat tho
Straight through her hole like I'm shootin' freethrows
Sittin' here soft like where'd my meat go?
Can't even find it like my dick is Nemo
Don't matter though I got about 12 Dorys
Slidin' up every time I post a story
Messages like yo Brauw I'm horny
But if it's not feet pics that shit just bores me
B-R-A-U-W
She said no screenshots
I sent it to a couple dudes
Can't even fuck with you
It's about time me and Woody came with somethin' new
This milf back on me boomerang
Blowin' smoke like Cobain
Ridin' with the gang gang
Make the blicky bang bang (Aye)
Goin' ape shit like King Kong
Eating your bitch like ching chong
Now I'm at your Mom crib
Ding dong
Fallin' to her knees like
What's wrong?
Walk in the room make her pussy drip
Hunnid rounds in my banana clip
I got the birds all up on my hip
I fuck on your bitch and then I skip
On top the highest mountain top gettin' top from your mother
She givin' head like no other
Bag one bitch gotta bag another
Might be your great Grandmother fucker
Wait, holdup
Kill the pussy do a little dance like Joker
Says she can't breathe, eyes back when I choke her
Blacked out rover
Black out pour up
Cracked out runnin' with my ass out
Back now sneakin' out the back wow
Four bitches on the floor passed out
Top Mountain playin' in the background
WWE the way I smack down
Hit it from the back
Didn't wanna do it but I'm killin' and rippin' them
Man I'm kiddin' I'm spittin' them writtens while she's just suckin' and spittin'
Man I'm trippin' she say she listen to MC Virginity now I know that she feelin' me when I go in for the over
Spit one dumb bars cold Minnesota
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the kid man I told ya
Watch your bitch I might have to bag no shoulder
Watch your girl I might have to bag now

Written by:
Calvin Walker, Jake Kollegian, Ramsey Forst

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