CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : West Coast Virgin

Finna go sicko mode
Till I blow a load
Beat my 2 inch chode
Down to old town road
Starrin' at the back
Like I'm Kirito
Got a pretty nice rack
She goin' commando
See some hoe, my d**k grow (d**k grow)
Lose it all to a p***o (p***o)
No support from Indigo
I wiped half my kids in one blow
She layin' on the floor, showin' off the backdoor
This b*t*hes body I wanna explore
But in the end I'm so damn bored so I'm
F**kin' my hand in the back of my ford
D**k out, no foreskin
I been goin' at it like I never been
And at the end of the day
My balls be bone dry
Premium on the B-Day
Harper Creampie

West coast, virgin
Makin' more bodies, than a surgeon
Alter-ego I embody
Give me a high sex drive shoddy
Eat a**, smoke gra**
Most importantly, sled fast
Ya girl takes it in the bra**
I'm lookin' in the eyes but
I'm thinkin' bout that a**

Aight there we go
Lets go
Lets go second verse
Lets f**kin' go

D**k lookin' like Gio
Suck me like a mosquito (miny)
My ex b*t*h wanna be a rich thot
On her knees beggin' for the money shot
C*m faster than a P90
And that's the motherf**kin' tea
Camel toe showin' off the pu**y
Wanna part her legs, like the red sea
Got a** in junior high (junior high)
Lost it like a nice guy (nice guy)
Sad boy, call me lo-fi
Ya boi thirsty like Malawi
Trick shot, twitch thot
Fleshlight, jackpot
Buckets of c*m, can't count the amount
X to doubt on your body count

West coast, virgin
Makin' more bodies, than a surgeon
Alter-ego I embody
Give me a high sex drive shoddy
Eat a**, smoke gra**
Most importantly, sled fast
Ya girl takes it in the bra**
I'm lookin' in the eyes but
I'm thinkin' bout that a**

Yeet
F**kin' go bro
Aright
F**k yeah
Shout out to Simon Serivda, for uh, inspiring me to rap
Uh and, f**kin' Shadow for
Forcing me to do this sh*t
And uh
F**k yeah
West coast virgin, mother f**ker, I love this
Hell yeah
Aye!