SPOOKY DOOKIE Lyrics

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This that fuck shit that'll make yo mom cry

You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die

Ya this that fuck shit make you look up in the sky

And just scream at the top of your lungs, god

Why?

But what do I know, I'm just gangster

Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger

Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger

Imma fucking yank your soul out with a hanger

Took a spooky dookie

Imma shit up on yo pookie

Got a big fat fucking booty

And my prostate getting loopy

I'm bulimic and I'm puking

Ya I hope this shit go smoothly

After I cook up my soupy

I be feeling kinda goofy, uh

This that fuck shit that'll make yo mom cry

You can't casually listen, now it's time for you to die

Ya this that fuck shit make you look up in the sky

And just scream at the top of your lungs, god

Why?

But what do I know, I'm just gangster

Thugs wipe with three ply if they wanna make a banger

Come and get a grip, nigga do not be a stranger

Imma fucking yank your soul out with a hanger

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Thugs don't cry

Even when they gotta shit

Thugs don't try

They just always be legit