Luyện nghe bài hát Wee Wee

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

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

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Are you ready? You hold the camera steady,
probably back there with a damn machete,
She's probably gonna eat you like spaghetti,
probably gonna kill ya, still wanna check, see?
Have a quick look,
She's six foot tall like big foot,
The hell with that, we probably run,
dare look back,
There probably probably probably there was a problem at the post office or something,
But you probably diddn't know did ya?
Now what you do when she gets ya?
I ain't going ya, forget ya,
Quit hold my hand mister!
Prentend she's your little sister, sister,
Prony dickta(?),
Might aswell take a whipped cream 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 comes Zac and Meery,
Beauty and the best, his is hairy,
But she don't they're attracted very,
Very active very,
No Zac don't go in there!
Its too now she's grabbing hair,
He "bloody mary", grabs a mirror,
But stop just in her vocabulary,
Get off me please,
Get off me stop,
Brawl in the back of the shop,
go non stop, she says go,
He no, she says oh,
Back and forth they and shout,
Yeah boy let demons out,
Its the kinda you dream about,
Uh-oh now the whipped is out,
I get sick thoughts, sick thoughts,
Of things you could do with lipstick gloss,
Put it on my till the tip looks orange,
keep going, bitch keep going!

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,