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СД - Шок И Трепет

Intro:
When did this turn into a carport competition?
Not every hookup needs to be a demolition derby!

 Scrollin' through these apps, same tired old game
 Size queens checkin’, playin’ that shame
 “How long is your song?”—that’s wild, not my lane
 My stick don’t need a crane just to blow your domain

Verse 1:
 Caught up in ruts, askin’ me how I fuck
 Skippin’ the foreplay, y’all just pressin’ your luck
 Talkin’ like Salt-N-Pepa—yardstick parade
 But skill ain’t a number, that’s just the charade

🔥 “So before playin’ with words politically incorrect
 Y’all stutter out comments, just to flex and deflect
 I can’t relate to something so gaping, you need a crane
 Droppin’ grenades, blowin’ up—leave nothin’ the same”

You huntin’ for Holmes, I might play along
 But from where you start, this vibe’s all wrong
 Gifted, no complaints, never needed the boast
 But you chase what’s lost, missin’ the most

Chorus:
 I don’t need twelve to make you scream my name
 Know how to use it—now that’s real game
 Back in it, no lazy lay, put it all on display
 One night stand maestro—“It’s Jesus?” Nah, it’s me today

Verse 2:
 Size don’t mean ecstasy, that’s weak logic, babe
 Photoshop flexin’, all filters, all fake
 Locked jaw, hand cramp—never see you satisfied
 Real connection’s what you want, but you only chase the size

🔥 “Don’t tell me I can’t springboard into heaven’s zone
 Lazy-handed compressions, extraction alone
 Smash the backboard, headboard, make you beg for more
 Holdin’ on tight, drippin’ sweat on the floor”

Effort spills over, I’m settin’ up camp
 Pizza box open, like a midnight champ
 Biting down on verses, you’re speakin’ in tongues
 Feelin’ heaven rise up, while my devil’s got lungs

Bridge:
 Cyclone erupts, divine intervention
 Down under tremors, maximum tension
 Grab what you can, ‘cause the storm’s full-blown
 When I’m finished here, you’ll never feel alone

Hook/Breakdown:
 No lip service, no hot dog fame
 I take numbers—your last stop, change the game
 Shop prepped, floor clear, backdoor’s where I stand
 Hands free, no holdin’ back, poundin’ hand-in-hand

Bridge 2 / Callout:
 No lazy lay, I’m puttin’ in work
 Every thrust got you hooked, yeah, that’s the perk
 Ready to impale, it’s loaded and hot
 No probation, no cell, just hands-free shot

Chorus:
 I don’t need twelve to make ‘em scream my name
 Master of the craft—forever untamed
 Back into it, love on display
 One night legend, you know it’s me today

Outro:
 Hold it tight, ‘cause I’m comin’ back with a vengeance, see?
 Days and nights blur—your world redefined, eternally
 Rest it well, keep it tight, I’m ready tonight
 Lost in this anthem—yeah, I set it right.



Cyclone Eruptin

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