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1,2,3, go! lets get it up lets get it up lets get it up get it up i was chillin with this girl in the cemetery smoked two blunts and things got crazy and i know that i want my whops, this girl she gives good fuckin whops. i said goddamn baby, oh alright she told me the freaks come out at night phish came on we turned it up then burned it up gonna let her go, oh oh come on, girl uh, dont bust my chops all i want is those sloppy whops just do it fast, just do it slow just get FUCKED UP and ready to go because i, i, i don't need your love and i, i, i dont need a glove i don't need that shit once gonna told bout how to smoke going on down i feel that blow call it a day, we got a crusty bone Letras de cancionesbitch, dont stop till im not full now hold baby, i cant breathe got that back for the col de sac hold that shit like a serenade till i drop that bomb like a hand grenade like a hand grenade... BOOM whops, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhh whops, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh WHOPS! BYAH!!! From Letras Mania