Giddy Up Ouija Macc

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(Devereaux)
- You feel that? That's your soul. It's mines now. Gimme

[Chorus]
That's your hurt
(pick it up)
That's my nut
(lick it up)
It gets soft
(give it up)
Find that bone
(dig it up)
Run that cake
(whip it up)
Like a Porsche
(whip it up)
Don't slow down
Ride that horse
(giddy up!)

[Verse 1]
Baby girl you look just like a stallion (yeehaw!)
Wish I could speak to you in Italian (but I can't)
Young juggalizzle I'm in her wilin'
Hatchetman drippin' from my medallion (drip drip)
You that psycho killer baby you the bone collector (huh)
I'ma eat that booty baby I'm Hannibal Lecter (huh)
Yes I pack a glocky but that's only to protect us (huh)
Unless we fucking then you know I snatch yo neck up
Ain't nobody fucking like an ugly boy fucking (huh)
You the pretty one. Look at you stuntin' (huh)
Just don't get addicted cause you know the repercussions (huh)
You gon' еnd up crying like somebody chopping onions (huh)
It ain't just your booty baby I love thе discussion (huh)
Plus your head is trauma baby you got that concussion (huh)
Girl you need a soldier once you step with all them suckers (huh)
Yo man nut too early like spontaneous combustion (huh)
Me I keep on thuggin' sippin' vodka like a Russian (huh)
I ain't tryna keep you baby this ain't no abduction (huh)
Got no expectations and I don't make no assumptions (huh)
What's that on the floor though? Think you dropped something

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