TOM lyrics

by

Yung Blood


Until I die, hunna in the bank
That pus*y stank
f*ck a f*cking skank
b*tch you lame
f*ck me because of the game
White America uncle Tom spitting flames

Make America great again
I got b*tches on my di*k cuz I voted for a white president
And she slobbering on my nut sack
Pull the f*cking strap back
Gun down the rat pack
New rat pack, I am that new jazz
You can swallow the nut and sell the shell for a backpack
So you can hold my oppression on your f*cking back
You are my sex slave, I don't take no crap
Speaking of which... got b*tches in the lobby playing craps and lost the whole game

Bruh
So I defended the second amendment and shot up the whole spot cuz

Until I die, hunna in the bank
That pus*y stank
f*ck a f*cking skank
b*tch you lame
f*ck me because of the game
White America uncle Tom spitting flames

If you doubt the words that I am saying...
It's the year of the b*tch, United Nations coming with the Tommy slayin'
So you can suck my di*k if you think I'm playin'
Cuz I don't even know the f*ck I'm sayin'!
My lyrical ability is equivalent to money
That means the shortage of food like Africa, how funny!
b*tches on my di*k cuz I'm the black Ted Bundy
Look that n*gga up on Wikipedia, are you dumb please?
Got my rod electrified because I am a black Energizer bunny
pus*y so good, it's better than cookie crumbs B

Until I die, hunna in the bank
That pus*y stank
f*ck a f*cking skank
b*tch you lame
f*ck me because of the game
White America uncle Tom spitting flames

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