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One, two, three and to the four Quitty-K here ready to give you some more- Music to your ears like it was before Music you would listen while you're fucking a whore Now I'm riding on these beats like I'm riding your mom Going smooth, going slick; this is so uncalm Get your lubricator with you, 'cause I'm going raw My dick looks even bigger next to your tiny palms I'm both quick and witty that's why they call me Quitty I complimented her eyes and I grabbed her titty This ain't no California love, this is Helsinki city Place where the strongest feeling ever is pity Now I'm 15 and it's 2023 I haven't learned a lot except that I'm a fiend Yeah I'm the devil, that's why they call me mr D Or maybe it's just because I have a really long... So get in the line and let's start some shit Pretend to like my music or I'll shoot your dick Luckily you don't have to pretend 'cause I'm so sick I'm the mc with the lyrics that are explicit I still hate on bitches, I still hate on Neal If you want the popsicle of your life, you better kneel I don't give it to everyone so show me you're worth the meal I'll stick it in your throat and you can tell me how it feels Deep throating, but you better not gag If you look at me like that I'll give you a bag Five, six, seven, eight- Bitches trynna holla, but none of them are great Now I'm counting all these bitches, counting all these hoes It goes one, two, three, NO We don't love them hoes and I hope that it shows We don't love them hoes and I hope that she knows We don't love them hoes is what started my run These bitches can try, but it won't be fun I'll make sure that they won't get none Bitches ain't shit, am I right my hon Nine, ten, eleven, twelve That bitch is so short, she must be an elf Now she belongs on top of Santa's little shelf That ass is a present, but it's as fake as myself Realest motherfucker in the town That pussy looks so sweet, yeah Imma get down Wet as the ocean, but I still won't drown I'll cover up her face so that she looks like a clown I get around