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LYRICS: [Instrumental Solo] [Chorus] We some blue bitches like the Crips! We make humanity salty like potato chips! We fuck through nappy hair, not hips! How do these rags prevent nip slips?! We some blue bitches like the Crips! We win wars with sticks & whips! Meanwhile humanity got spaceships! Thank God for plot armor from the Scripts! [Verse 1] We blue like the chew! We blue like the lightsaber of that one Mary Sue! The first Avatar movie was cool. But that second one was some boo boo. [Verse 2] Through hair is how we screw. Straightened hair is how you know my erection grew. Spikey Hair means I'm hard as Bamboo. Lice coming out is how you know my nuts flew. [Chorus] We some blue bitches like the Crips! We make humanity salty like potato chips! We fuck through nappy hair, not hips! How do these rags prevent nip slips?! We some blue bitches like the Crips! We win wars with sticks & whips! Meanwhile humanity got spaceships! Thank God for plot armor from the Scripts! [Verse 3] Back in 2009, motherfuckers was killing themselves to go to Pandora. They looked at life, and said fuck you, Sayonara. These motherfuckers crazier than Gaara. Someone need to help them find common sense, Where's Dora? [Verse 4] Bitch Avatar 3 is about fire and ash! But I'll catch it on streaming, you ain't worth my cash. Fuck it, I'll watch it on one of them bootleg websites. I'll be watching it in 480 p, seeing every pixel and all them megabites. [Chorus] We some blue bitches like the Crips! We make humanity salty like potato chips! We fuck through nappy hair, not hips! How do these rags prevent nip slips?! We some blue bitches like the Crips! We win wars with sticks & whips! Meanwhile humanity got spaceships! Thank God for plot armor from the Scripts! [Verse 5] Which chew did James Cameron suck off to get this franchise made? We get this bullshit but we can't get a remake to Blade? Bruh. Tell the Disney executives to stop smoking crack. Someone call Bob Iger, and tell him to bring Wesley Snipes back. [Verse 6] Nobody gives a shit about these blue bitches hugging trees. Them tying their hair together is the Birds and Bees. For them, a hair pulling scene is what they'll freeze. And to jack off, Their own hair is what they squeeze. [Chorus] We some blue bitches like the Crips! We make humanity salty like potato chips! We fuck through nappy hair, not hips! How do these rags prevent nip slips?! We some blue bitches like the Crips! We win wars with sticks & whips! Meanwhile humanity got spaceships! Thank God for plot armor from the Scripts!

Oreo Man's Version (The Original) Chorus: feed me some crème brûlée girl I want to take you to saint tropes when life of hell news takes off. Verse 1: I love Valentino uomo that’s such an elegant fragrance smooth hazel notes like a baddie. I fantasize about a woman feeding me some dessert massaging my kielbasa with some L’Occitane lotion until I blast off. Chorus: feed me some crème brûlée girl I want to take you to saint Tropez when life of hell news takes off. Verse 2: Crème Brûlée is so delicious topped with blueberries blackberries girl you delicious like a dessert. I’m ready to see the light raw unfiltered sex appeal gets my mind right I see so many women on instagram keep my mind on sex all day and night. Chorus: feed me some crème brûlée girl I want to take you to Saint Tropez when life of hell news takes off. Verse 3: Lust is what all men are full of. Girl you make that big loaf overflow like a river. Got me feeling like I see the Messiah set my soul on fire. I want you to feed me some of that crème brûlée and make me bust everywhere. David Edyn's Version (The Remix) [Chorus] Bitch feed me some crème brûlée! Girl I want to take you to saint tropes! When life of hell news takes off. Then that's when you take your big ass bra off. [Verse 1] I love big titties, and I love good food. I love smooth fragrances, that shit puts me in a great mood. I fantasize about a woman feeding me some dessert. Just me at the beach, with a bad bitch who likes to flirt. [Verse 2] With some L'Occitane lotion, she can give me a massage. On her beautiful face, I can bust an ivory collage. Her eyes gonna be glazed, like she seeing a mirage. All night under the tropical moon, she can twerk on me like Nicki Minaj. [Chorus] Bitch feed me some crème brûlée! Girl I want to take you to saint tropes! When life of hell news takes off. Then that's when you take your big ass bra off. [Verse 3] Crème Brûlée is so delicious. Her throat game is so vicious. I want my dessert topped with blueberries. Like how I want top from this bitch, followed by some cake mixed with cherries. [Verse 4] Girl you delicious like a dessert. I'd fuck you in the sand, snow, and dirt. Because of you, I’m ready to see the light. I want to bust an ocean on you, let's do it tonight. [Verse 5] Girl you know I'm raw, and unfiltered. Yo body, constantly leaves me bewildered. Your sex appeal gets my mind right. Can I cop a feel? God your body is tight. [Verse 6] Baby I see so many women on instagram But you're the only one that god me like "God Damn!" You not too skinny, not too thick, but just right. You keep my mind on sex, all day and all motherfuckin' night. [Chorus] Bitch feed me some crème brûlée! Girl I want to take you to saint tropes! When life of hell news takes off. Then that's when you take your big ass bra off. [Verse 7] Lust is what all men are full of. Girl I want you to make my nuts fly like a dove. Just looking at you, makes my little buddy shake and shiver. Girl you can make that big load overflow like a river. [Verse 8] You got me feeling like I can see the Messiah. Girl your wet throat has set my soul on fire. I want you to feed me that crème brûlée, oh I swear. Feed me, then make me bust everywhere. [Chorus] Bitch feed me some crème brûlée! Girl I want to take you to saint tropes! When life of hell news takes off. Then that's when you take your big ass bra off.