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Cutieboy - NRA Lyrics



Cutieboy - NRA Lyrics




Married mistress gods little sickness
NRA affiliated
Mass murder for the irony
Wear assault rifles like purses

Break me in wear me out like chelseas
Protect yourself so healthy
Pet your muscles cus i need to be touchy
Your father is so stylish
Protecting his empire

You need your dominance
Gore on my blouse so prominent
Bullets bubble like seltzer
Your AR must make you intoxicated
Makes me intoxicated
We need them for the teachers we need them for my dog

You need to be NRA
You need to be NRA affiliated
You need to be that cancer
You need to be a pretty sickness

Can i kiss the sweat off your forehead abortion?
Take me in your truck
Make me pucker up
Pet your magazine
Just for your pleasure
Beg to spill my guts
Would it fuel your ego enough
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Married mistress gods little sickness
NRA affiliated
Mass murder for the irony
Wear assault rifles like purses

Break me in wear me out like chelseas
Protect yourself so healthy
Pet your muscles cus i need to be touchy
Your father is so stylish
Protecting his empire

You need your dominance
Gore on my blouse so prominent
Bullets bubble like seltzer
Your AR must make you intoxicated
Makes me intoxicated
We need them for the teachers we need them for my dog

You need to be NRA
You need to be NRA affiliated
You need to be that cancer
You need to be a pretty sickness

Can i kiss the sweat off your forehead abortion?
Take me in your truck
Make me pucker up
Pet your magazine
Just for your pleasure
Beg to spill my guts
Would it fuel your ego enough
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Writer: Trevor Scholl
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Trevor Scholl

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