The Gay n*gga Chronicles lyrics

[Verse 1 - TruTMZ]
Just pulled up to the movement
Hella black n*ggas
Damn guess that's an improvement
Bring them to the room
j*rk them off for amusement
I like my lube clear, b*tch, translucent
Got a 20-inch boner, hope I don't f*ckin' lose it, yeah
So, a n*gga can use it, uh
All these n*ggas making music
Put me on a track, swear to God, I'll abuse it
I'm the king of melodies, n*gga, don't you confuse it

[Verse 2 - Hydracoque]
Whip out my p*nis, n*gga said "Don't do this"
Turns out those pics that I sent weren't illusions
Lied 'bout his bodies, his anus ain't used yet, now he's nervous, cuz' it's like I'll take two di*ks
Don't you worry, my n*gga, it's fine
Got extra lube, and if not, you can dine
On my di*k and my balls, and my mouth can please yours
After all, if its gay its a way I adore
If its hard, if it's soft, if for days I am sore
We lovin' gently, or if it's like war
If it's softcore porn or an ass getting torn
We can do anything, all that your ready for, gay n*gga sh*t, lubin' up, getting sexy
Ain't gotta say sh*t to me n*gga just caress me
They say that actions speak louder than words, guess that means my faggotry is up
Gay n*gga what's up?
[Verse 3 - Lil Doo Hickie]
n*gga don't you confuse it, I'm the king of butt f*ckin'
I be taking hella new pics, hella dudes di*ks, I'm a fruit cake
Suckin' hella p*nis like it's my birthday, and I know I can fit it in cuz' it's turd shape
I can take three di*ks on my worst day, dildo in my butt make my nerves ache
Quick fart on chef cause an earthquake, any n*gga making music put me on a track, I swear to God, I'll abuse it
Every single song we do going hella stupid, we ain't got anything to prove this is how we do it, yeah
Lookin' like a rockstar he got a 20-inch p*nis, and its rock hard
He gon' f*ck me in the back of the cop car, we got arrested for f*ckin' in someone's backyard
f*ck you if you don't like Doo Hickie, you can suck my di*k if you don't really f*ck with me
I got the hottest flows, a c*ck that grows, everybody I know, know I like stroking chode
Making out with your boyfriend and we ain't wearing no clothes, oh