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

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

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

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Banana, banana, banana, banana, banana,