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 control it but i I can't,
It too like a AK clip banana,
You better out Hannah Montanna,
Man what's the matter, you no manners?,
No, you the girl from Juno's address?
Yeah, probably go to jail for that,
Now I got the on my tail for that,
up in car with a stale banana,
In your tail pipe, can't you fell for that,
It coulda been a Molotov for that,
Wait a minute man, the hell was that?
I a noise, where you going? What 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 little can of whipped cream,
What the hell you do with that?,
put it on my wee wee,
Ooh could answer, a bananza-extravaganza,
Man go what you waitin for?
You better get clothes off baby boy,
C'mon lets go we're gonna a porn,
set go, hit play, record!

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

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

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,