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Conkrete - Bitch Really Is Tripping Lyrics



Conkrete - Bitch Really Is Tripping Lyrics
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I dated this fat f*ck who loved to just act up
Whenever I ain't get her a couple of big macs (SLUT)
Daddy's little princess, shouldn't wear that slim dress
We could see them rolls hun, frankly I could throw up
But she was insisting, no you don't got big tits
Your body is just fat, her pussy she ain't washed that
I tried to go down, but that shit was just foul
And she couldn't be on top of me, this bitch is like a thousand pounds
When she see my dick, she thought it was a six inch from Subway
She took a bite, you dumb skank, she took a right
I just wanna bust a nut, but I can't with this dumb ass f*ck
F*cking slut oh and yuh yuh yuh (what what what)
She's been with other dudes, maybe they were victims
Maybe with her brother too, bunch of stupid sick f*cks
When she said she's freaky and she wants to come and eat me
She had bought with her some barbecue sauce, man, she got me thinking
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
Attacking her with a vacuum pump and I'm sucking out all the fat from her
Skinny little bitch, I'm slapping her, fit her in the back of an Acura
Draining her blood like I'm Dracula, flipping her over no spatula
Who the f*ck now is laughing slut, every dutch oven I gagged a lung
This manic slut's enormous, yeah, you might mix up her footsteps
With a fat Tyrannosaurus, no, you ain't important, so
You don't get no Romeo, get passed, to the homies oh
They ain't want you either in your pics, they cannot see ya
No your ass ain't fat, bitch, your ass is just fat
Trust me, nothing bout you could ever be called flat
Her period caused coastal floodings
She tells me eat healthy, f*cking dumb bitch
She opens up her twat, it's smelly like a skunk is
For you, yes, cooked food is what f*cking love is
I can't breathe, I can't breathe
I can't breathe when you're on top of me
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
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I dated this fat f*ck who loved to just act up
Whenever I ain't get her a couple of big macs (SLUT)
Daddy's little princess, shouldn't wear that slim dress
We could see them rolls hun, frankly I could throw up
But she was insisting, no you don't got big tits
Your body is just fat, her pussy she ain't washed that
I tried to go down, but that shit was just foul
And she couldn't be on top of me, this bitch is like a thousand pounds
When she see my dick, she thought it was a six inch from Subway
She took a bite, you dumb skank, she took a right
I just wanna bust a nut, but I can't with this dumb ass f*ck
F*cking slut oh and yuh yuh yuh (what what what)
She's been with other dudes, maybe they were victims
Maybe with her brother too, bunch of stupid sick f*cks
When she said she's freaky and she wants to come and eat me
She had bought with her some barbecue sauce, man, she got me thinking
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
Attacking her with a vacuum pump and I'm sucking out all the fat from her
Skinny little bitch, I'm slapping her, fit her in the back of an Acura
Draining her blood like I'm Dracula, flipping her over no spatula
Who the f*ck now is laughing slut, every dutch oven I gagged a lung
This manic slut's enormous, yeah, you might mix up her footsteps
With a fat Tyrannosaurus, no, you ain't important, so
You don't get no Romeo, get passed, to the homies oh
They ain't want you either in your pics, they cannot see ya
No your ass ain't fat, bitch, your ass is just fat
Trust me, nothing bout you could ever be called flat
Her period caused coastal floodings
She tells me eat healthy, f*cking dumb bitch
She opens up her twat, it's smelly like a skunk is
For you, yes, cooked food is what f*cking love is
I can't breathe, I can't breathe
I can't breathe when you're on top of me
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping
That bitch really is tripping yea
That bitch really is tripping
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Writer: Joseph Feldman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Joseph Feldman

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