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[HOOK]
I don’t wanna sixty-nine
Unless the bitch is on the bottom

[VERSE 1: DOUGLAS ROACH]
Yeah
Yeah buddy
I’m so sick
Call it sickle cell anemia
Ya shorty drank a bottle
And now she lookin’ like bulimia
Ya see me, huh?
I’m tyin’ to get my fix
And all these bitches want my dick
Like the iPhone 6
They get my wood from the back
While I smoke a backwood
And then I kill the track
Yeah, you know I’m that good
Yeah, I do it like I do it
You know I always do me
I’m never with those other girls
You know they got the cooties
Uh
Yeah, I’m a monster on the beat
Scary ass flow
And some pretty big teeth, b
Excuse me
Do you have the time?
Yeah, you love ya some Roach
Well then ya best get in line
Yeah, get in line
If you want to hop on pop
Cuz if ya don’t hop on pop
I’m fixin’ to pop a Glock
In your esophagus
What’s stoppin us
From gettin’ this dough
Count money, fuckin’ hoes
I’m never with those other chicks
I don’t fuck with those

[HOOK]
Because
I don’t wanna sixty-nine
Unless the bitch is on the bottom

[VERSE 2: CAMBOI]
Yeah, she tryin’ to get her face fucked
Bitch is crazy
Fuck her face into her grave
That’s some gravy, she
Got a pretty little girl
But it ain't my baby
Got a Chevrolet and an Escalade and
A candy paint goddamn Mercedes
Smoke a cigarillo
With my asshole
Yamaka condom
Straight out the tabernacle
Call me Dr. Dreidel
If you able
With yo mouth so full a cum I could
Scoop it out with a ladle
Soup du jour
I'mma order more
Bitch I'm always hungry for pussy
I'm like a whore-bivore
Slip into some board shorts
In which I never wore before
Eat the whole goddamn
Pelvis like smorgasbord
Meet me in the quad and watch
Me whip my fuckin nuts out
Drink a Natty Light, cuz I been
Dubbed out since cub scouts
Doin’ cunnilingus for an
Hour on a cunt's couch
Baby, can we turn around (go down)
And eat each other's butts out?

[HOOK]
Nah
I don’t wanna sixty-nine
Unless the bitch is on the bottom