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lirik lagu creamyxx - its my birfday 2 day!

bandz (prod. still candy)

the bigger the money the bigger the bank
i’m in this sh~t and i feel like it stank
shoot on her back and i getting more rank
talk about me i’m doin my thang
clapping yo b~tch she l!ck on my thang
i’m in this sh~t and i’m bouta go wild
harry styles
on yo gang
small like ant~man like scott lang
making yo bandz i don’t do it the same
sh~tting on me and i’ll shoot on yo block
talking bout lean don’t sip on the wock
she ask for a tree i give her my c~ck
you smell like sh~t you smell like a sock
you smell like cum you smell like my c~ck
b~tch i’m a cowboy like prescott
all of my bank accounts got 4 dots ay

i can’t hold the flow for much longer
f~ck her from the back she a goner
ima have a fight wit a kid like saundеrs
don’t go f~ck wit that’s b~tch in the streets they call her toppеr
giving out advice ya it’s free admission
i’m the man on a motherf~ckin mission
b~tch she look braindead just like a pigeon
i been on dis bud light i said b~tch i’m sipping
pull her pants down now i got her f~ckin tripping
got her in my bed and she ask if i can l!ck it
popped and adderal said ay yo b~tch i’m f~cking tripping
the mix of pills and beer ain’t good cause now i’m slipping
man i’m sleepy did the work i made a 20 minute song
after this sh~t ima go and f~ck on yo mom
now i just recycled that it’s a plastic f~cking song
b~tch i got bands and the cocaine while you go rip yo bong

aye aye no cap b~tch, no cap b~tch, no cap b~tch, no cap b~tch, no cap b~tch, no cap b~tch

double entendre (prod. pükechamber)

gold black
man these n~ggas been treatin’ us so wack no cap

[verse 1: creamyxx]
i’m wearing gucci i’m keepin’ em racks
she got some b00bies start keepin’ em racks
double d b~tch do not take off my beanie
rubbin’ her making the car windows steamy
she wanna f~ck in the back
she wanna suck on my sack while i go and blow out her back
alexa please play all of my tracks (yes, creamy)

[verse 2: scubaskelly]
i go more stupid than all of you n~ggas and i don’t even gotta grip on a trigger
get bigger like opposites smokin’ a cigarette
figured these oppas don’t know i’m that n~gga (hey)
keepin’ my foot on the pedal
keepin’ my hand on the mic my hand on the metal
keepin’ my sight on that n~gga he always wanna come meddle
settle for less i can never
i’m goin’ hard like she grippin’ and strokin’ my lever
oh what a clever endeavor
ever been severed from all that is you cause you took too much shrooms? than you start doin’ better
i’m wit the crew wit my fellows we wit yo ho we say h~llo
she blew like a flute not a cello
sippin modelo i just threw up on my pillow
[verse 3: creamyxx, scubaskelly]
dance on me put some hands on me
b~tch you hateful i am grateful for my fans they a staple of my brand
we so playful, f~ck your label
i feel painful but i can’t let your p~ssy ass advance do not pass
i smoke fatal then i prance
see no f~cking dance class
grip her nasal, f~ck her ~n~l that way you can’t mouth blast she prenatal
buy a cradle for baby take care of that lady
ill carry my d~ck out the door and then wave it
i’m making that kd
i’m smokin’ that hazy
i’m pushin that pedal i pick up a daisy amazin’ me daily

how far we came in 2 years
i see the top and it near
i see my vision it clear
make a decision on fear
i know my mission is worth a lot like i bought it from sears
bald brown kid with a beard no cap n~gga you weird
no cap

uhhhh?(prod. silenzc)

[verse 1: creamyxx]
you a brag pog f~g g~y n~gga pedophile
child predator not a p~ssy in a mile
waiting for my moment i’ve been waiting for a while
d~ck sweet like m&ms but the flow like 8 mile
why he talking all that sh~t but he look like harry styles
808s are screaming ya the 808s are wild
i make music like thompson not like mick but like kyle
make yo b~tch squirt look like spilled milk in the isle
if i strip him of his pen he gon cry like a child
ya you like yo sauce mild
i’m the warlord got my own sword on my hip
i said hey girl if you swing by we can skinny dip
counting all my plaques cause i got too many hits
she let me hit in her bum
than i l!ck on her cl~t and she cum
she gon sit on my d~ck wit her thong
sipping on this lube ya i put it in the drink
taking off that condom ima need more time to think

[verse 2: scubaskelly]
this rap is going down like the motherf~ckin hindenburg
my bars on fire like the mother f~ckin hindenburg
double a smells like the turret metal and toxic gases on the hindenburg
i been in the studio cooking up this track and it wack
double hand double palm double smack on her back
clapping on a trap but i ain’t talking jack black
got some lovely ladies in my line they coming back for the seconds
like tyler ninja blevins
im neva goin to heaven
cause i crashed like 9/11
coming back for the seconds
like tyler ninja blevins
im neva goin to heaven
cause i crashed like 9/11

song for bullies and gooners (prod. xonthebeat)

(play this record as frequently as possible) (oh my god who the h~ll cares)

[verse 1: creamyxx]
im f~cking ariana grande gon make her nut
you my son boy ya i treat ya like a f~ckin runt
you a c~nt
you get punt
take the money for yo lunch
got a hunch
that you love
all these alt b~tches that peg well me to
you a fool
ima sit you on a stool
you ain’t cool
you a tool
dip yo face inside the pool
you a mule
dead like ghoul
p~ssy go hit on yo juul
gas like fuel
gas like jew
told her i’m the jewel but i lied
okay p~ssy you won’t shoot me cause i’m that f~cking guy
when she tried to suck my d~ck i told that b~tch that i’m too high
you ain’t getting attention from no women in yo f~cken life
song for bullies and gooners but there is my more that i imply

i i i i
think yo ass gon die
i i i i
pack an ak~47 and the mm 9
die die die die
die motherf~ckin b~tch die
die die die die
die yuh (so uh the adlibs that i used before this were absoloutley horrible and i really hate them so im never gonna use adlibs like that again [?])
b~tch it’s a chant like cult
come suck my scr~t~
i’m f~ckin yo b~tch and her throat gonna gulp
if you don’t understand me then read all my notes
suck my chorizo yo ass bouta choke
imona cum imona cum
ima cum inside yo m~f~ckin bum
imona cum imona cum
after im taking you back to the slums
imona bust imona bust
all on yo hair like swirly
imona bust imona bust
im a f~ck n~gga wearin hurley
ridin da bus ridin da bus
cum on her tail she get squirly
ridin da bus ridin da bus
you basic as f~ck you ain’t quirky

[verse 2: scubaskelly, both, creamyxx]
i don’t even need a beat
i’ve been f~ckin b~tches feet
every day of the week
look like a kid i want treats
only treat she like is my peen
there ain’t no i in my team
cause i am mdnc
but also i am gfnc
g~y f~ck n~gga clan and midnight club we rap on da beats every day b~tch
i won’t f~ck yo b~tt cause you lame b~tch
say sh~t knock yo ass out you get tamed b~tch
hey kids don’t listen thugs cause they always on that g~y sh~t
hate it
stealing all my bars i’m making motherf~ckas famous
b~tch is heinous they won’t sh~t
put them on a noose now he loosely goose
close the curtains to my play b~tch
you need a rap sheet?
okay than f~cken take it

you collect robux with this money ya i make it
let’s be honest if you got pegged would you hate it
try to blame me for everything you look racist
i ate some pineapple before s~x
can you taste it?

[outro: creamyxx, scubaskelly]
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners
song for bullies and gooners

thanksgiving dinner table (prod. triplesixdelete)

welcome to watchmojo and today well be jerking off a horse (~neigh~)
(делит на бите, сука)

[verse 1]
my d~ck look like a starbucks frappuccino bottle
and when i stick it in ya that b~tch gon f~ckin waddle
when i sit and write my lyrics man i look like aristotle
took a couple guinness i’m sipping out these bottles
why can’t i be president when we’re stuck wit f~ckin fossils
catcall hilary clinton that b~tch a f~ckin model
diving in that p~ssy ima need some f~ckin goggles
i’m not reading sh~t but i’ll read a graphic novel
i am just glep cause nancy reagan liked my nozzle
gimmie all yo tittes and eat them like they waffles
fienen for her holes so i put it in her nostrils
i pull up on yo block got a big mac like mcdonald’s

[verse 2]
i’m a horse i go neigh
all the b~tches wanna play
son skeleton shout out mr. j
i’m a skeleton shoutout scubaskelly
f~ck that b~tch acuatic can he get out my way
shoutout homie jvee man i love him every day
shoutout boy lane
shoutout jacob earl simpson
shoutout greench3rry
f~ck that n~gga wolfy simpin
sipin on dat drank like i was lil 3 pointer
iphonecolone where is he i think he’s in the bay
wanna play wit that n~gga on csgo today
can we hop on hotbox our rooms
till there’s nothin but smoke and some p~ss on my shoes

bigfoot (prod. ahee)

greench3rry
jacob earl simpson
jvee10
and lane

[verse 1]
with the giving tree writer up in playboy mansion
out in flosses strip club got the b~tches dancing
in da danger zone bess be takin no chances
lemme do my whole set b~tch i’m spitting and rambling
i’m the tree god way this sap getting fertilized
she slobber on my d~ck man i ain’t getin a word inside
you live inside a cardboard box that’s why yo f~ckin card declined
shoot up everyone up on yo block they call it genocide

run
run little boy you better go and hide
run
run or ill take yo f~cken life
run run run run run run run
(im terrified of little children)

[verse 2]
climbing up yo b~tch like she eve and i’m a snake
eat her cake stick it down inside that cat
now we procreate
walk up in da club wit tha p~ssys don’t associate
please don’t waste yo breath cause we ain’t bouta negotiate
wanna grow up to be the boss f~ck my associate
lemme take my hits off this pen so i disassociate
it’s my f~ckin birthday lemme celebrate
ballin out like all of the lakers man f~ck the golden state

[verse 3]
overthink all of it i did pizzagate and zippergate
unzipping my pants than i read yo b~tch her f~ken fate
starin at her titties and i realize i’m too f~ckin baked
nah don’t swallow yo words it’s tobf~ckin late
why is greench3rry always asking for a feat
y’all betta follow that n~gga before he ask for beats
don’t you see
it’s only me
on yo tv
breaking yo screens

mac10/im not satanic but f~ck it… blody vore cum tribute (prod. yu)

[intro]
go to uruguay and than to f~ckin philly
i got so much money i just made a milly
cyanide in the back of my brain i’m so f~ckin silly
and you know me i’m that silly billy
up to you (decide)
who bouta f~ckin k!ll me
cause it’s halloween jigsaw billy
rapping on this beat sound like pico philly

(~many screams~)

euaaaagh
go go go go go go go go
get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it

[verse 1]
aye 1 2 3 4 5
i will k!ll that motherf~cka by night
swimin in her thoughts ya i f~cken dive
go inside my limo and i take her for a drive ay (bye bye)
666 b~tch tatted in my wrist slit
thick thick thick b~tch sucken on my d~ck tip
whip whip whipeets all inside my nic stick
̷c̷l̷i̷t̷ ̷c̷l̷i̷t̷ ̷c̷l̷i̷t̷ ̷l̷i̷c̷k̷e̷d̷ ̷b̷l̷e̷e̷d̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷o̷u̷t̷ ̷m̷y̷ ̷d̷i̷c̷k̷ ̷t̷i̷p̷
666 b~tch tatted in my wrist slit
thick thick thick b~tch sucken on my d~ck tip
whip whip whipeets all inside my nic stick
cl~t cl~t cl~t l!cked bleeding out my d~ck tip

[verse 2]
p~ssy tryna run
ima have a lotta fun
do not tell me i’m yo son
ya i’m rapping just for fun
(hey i’m not a producer this is what i actually do)
trap trap trap trap trap type beat
and you know it’s lil ice cream ya he flowin on the beat
want feature from homie (gort)
i’m on the bleachers eating all my fingers
f~ck the grim reaper
blow up like a creeper creeper creeper creeper creeper
wanna can i see ya see ya see ya see ya

[outro]
i’m tʜɘ dlɒɔʞ diɿb ʇɿom ɒnϱɿγ diɿbƨ i’m tʜɘ domd domd
yoυ will ƨtill ʜɒvɘ to bɘɒl witʜ tʜɘ ɔʜomq ɔʜomq
iʇ γoυ ƨwim witʜ tʜɘ ƨʜɒɿʞƨ tʜɘn γoυ won’t bɿown
tʜɘγ ɒƨʞ mɘ “wʜɒt’ƨ γoυɿ mυƨiɔ?” i ƨɒγ it’ƨ ɒ υnipυɘ ƨoυnb
iʇ γoυ bon’t ɿɘqɘnt ʇoɿ γoυɿ ƨinƨ tʜɒn γoυ’ɿɘ ʜɘlldoυnb
i won ʇoɿ tʜɘ ʇiɿƨt timɘ ɒnb ɒϱɒin i ϱot tʜɘ viɔtoɿγ ɔɿown
tɒʞɘ ʜɘɿ to mγ ɔɿid ɒnb i dɿinϱ ʜɘɿ ɿiϱʜt to qoυnb town
ɔɒυƨɘ iʇ γoυ wɒnnɒ bo it now wɘ ɔɒn ɿɘɒllγ bo it now now

basic white b~tches 2 (prod. mtc beatz)

[verse 1]
sippin on this purple ya im sippin mtn dew
sippin on this drank ya im off that witches brew
l!ck yo tittes f~ck you too
n~gga who the f~ck is you
you a gxner love that fool
who up next i’m f~ckin you
uh basic white b~tches and they skin look like ice cream
basic white b~tches i don’t think they really like me
basic white b~tches suck the d~ck i might wifey
basic white b~tches why you talkin do spicy
basic white b~tches when we f~ck she keep the nikes

[verse 2]
f~ck a bad b~tch in a venom costume
lil how you known i know you want it in the b~tt
i treat ya like a runt
when you see a f~cken blondie wit no tittes better run
aye aye
drinking guinness and a pink drink that’s the lil ice cream c~cktail
basic white b~tches ya that p~ssy had got stale
i feel like ken carson i went to yale
free the homie scubaskelly million dollar bail
met up with a catgirl but plug on her tail
on her tail
million dollar bail
flow on the beat like i sail
all these white b~tches looking so pale
coming to the end of the tale
look inside the mail
i just got the bail

[verse 3]
sucking on my d~ck like a popsicle
p~ssy is so wet it’s so nautical
sippin on some alcohol it’s tropical
shut up lil b~tch you a follicle
look inside my they eyes they symbolical
i can’t see sh~t out my eyes i’m unoptical
got a big brain in my head ya i’m logical
emo mama k!lled himself that is canonical
chronical
get it through yo head dumb b~tch ima get mad
i ain’t babysitting little p~ssys cause they get sad
staring at the b~tch wit the tittes ya the big racks
all my money is obese i got big racks
little p~ssy you a big f~g
so you sucking on this d~ck
and i got a fat ass man i look just like yo b~tch
and she like me cause of that
yummy p~ssy got the wap
on my d~ck ya she sat
and i’m working on my lats
while i’m smoking on some grass
you got confidence but opposite cause i am f~cking aunt cass
don’t you understand
i got tolerance i’m onto this lil b~tch hit from the back

the celebration song (prod. imnotabot)

[verse 1]
turn out all the lights and they only thing you see is me b~tch
corner of yo room wit a hook and some bees b~tch
i’m the candy man way i suck all on yo t~~ts b~tch
yo t~~th look like lemons please go brush yo f~ckin t~~th b~tch
ima k!ll a rusty ass n~gga cause he seen sh~t
write my lyrics and i use the same word it’s some bleak sh~t
i been listening to unknown people on some niche sh~t
treat the b~tches p~ssy way i f~ck up some beef ribs
h~lla people in my walls they won’t go
ima lay down in the snow brain is slow
when im smoking on a turn with the smoke
who want smoke snorting coke
d~ck to big it make her choke
send the addy send the loc

[verse 2]
i want candy apples b~tch i want a lemonade stand
on the pineapple express rainbow belt im a g~y man
if he barking up my tree i say stay away man
only talk to real n~ggas know i say hey man
cooking up this mac and cheese inside of a big pan
i don’t talk to n~ggas making you look like a fan
make a baby under the bridge on top of rough sand
(so it seems obvious your chosing to not understand)

[outro]
i can cum on command
ya my d~ck high demand
im a real mighty man
i will k!ll new j~pan
ya i’m making my bands
it’s my birthday today
cause it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today
it’s my birthday today

bday type beat (prod. scubaskelly)

[audible: jacob earl simpson]
(scuba made me squirt)
happy birthday
happy birthday
birthday wad

(♪♪♪♪)

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