Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Wee

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Put it on my wee wee, banana strawberry, pineapple, x4

Got a as big as a banana,
Try to it but i guess I can't,
It too tough like a AK banana,
You watch out Hannah Montanna,
Man the matter, have you no manners?,
No, you the girl from Juno's address?
Yeah, probably go to jail for that,
Now I got the cops on my for that,
Ride up in car with a banana,
In your tail pipe, can't you fell for that,
It been a Molotov cocktail for that,
Wait a minute man, the hell was that?
I heard a noise, where you going? are you bananas?,
You can't go there stupid ass,
I've just a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask,
Who the are you, superman?
All you have is a stupid can of whipped cream,
What the hell you gonna do that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh could answer, a bananza-extravaganza,
Man go ahead you waitin for?
You better get clothes off baby boy,
C'mon lets go we're make a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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Are you You better hold the camera steady,
She's back there with a damn machete,
probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti,
She's gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
a little quick look,
She's six foot tall like big foot,
The hell with that, we should run,
Don't look back,
There probably probably probably there probably was a at the post office or something,
But you probably diddn't know did ya?
Now what you gonna do when she ya?
I ain't going with ya, ya,
Quit tryna hold my mister!
Prentend she's your sister, little sister,
Prony dickta(?),
Might take a whipped cream with ya,
And you see her make sure you get a picture,
We could try to make Blair Wich ya, movie,
Of bestiality porno smoothies,

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Its eerie, but here Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she don't care attracted very,
Very active very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too late now she's hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But stop just in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
in the back of the coffee shop,
They go non stop, she go,
He no, she says oh,
Back and forth they and shout,
boy let them demons out,
Its the kinda you dream about,
now the whipped cream is out,
I get thoughts, sick sick thoughts,
Of things you could do with your gloss,
Put it on my dick till the tip orange,
keep going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,