PLANETFITNESSFREESTYLE (Remix)* lyrics

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[Intro: TOKYO’S REVENGE]
Yeah, it's day 451 and my di*k's still hard
(Maxo)
Um, I'm gonna have to call EMTs, this is getting out of control
I gotta see a doctor

[Chorus: TOKYO’S REVENGE]
Look, suicide doors on my whip, and it's tinted, ayy
You can popped like a cyst, who you kiddin', ayy?
Spend all my time in her mouth, like a dentist, ayy
Cut a brick down till it's skinny, Planet Fitness, ayy
Suicide doors on my whip, and it's tinted, ayy
You can popped like a cyst, who you kiddin', ayy?
Spend all my time in her mouth, like a dentist, ayy
Cut a brick down till it's skinny, Planet Fitness, ayy

[Verse 1: TOKYO’S REVENGE]
Haha, um, you n*ggas is cancelled
You want my addy, I live in the wish a n*gga woods with Gretel and Hansel
Run up on me and you catchin' the lead like a n*gga just called you a pencil
We are Washington like Denzel
None of these n*ggas my friends though
I'm at your crib, [?]
6ix9ine with the blicky
She said that she wanna f*ck but I'm sleepy, um
I'm 'bout my green, like Luigi, uh
Um, are you scared?
Gucci face tattoo, ice Ben and Jerry's
She mad but the friends wanna f*ck like I care
Double dutch Corbin money cause it's blue over here, yeah
Open your eyes, b*tch
n*gga, surprise, b*tch
I'm back like a spine, haha
These n*ggas. they jealous of me now they out here punching the sky
That boy say he better than me but just lost to me, that was a lie
[Verse 2: Bandingo YGNE]
Where the f*ck is the kid, munch
Kid munch on my big nuts
Munch on them like Captain Crunch
Why the f*ck is you actin' up?
Don't tell me not to diss you, n*gga
But I really couldn't resist it my n*gga
Stop talking to my bro, you must not know, I wet up the clips my n*gga
Who the f*ck these n*ggas think that they is?
[?] pus*y boy I will kill you
[?] then you best give a million
They pray to god that [?] pill ya'
f*ck you and yo' lil' hoe (Maxo)
I pass the b*tch to my lil' bro
Tell these n*ggas to stop di*k ridin'
Trapped in a closet with a dildo

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
...n*ggas cause they be on trickery spreadin' that misery
Cookin' you visually like a rotisserie
I'm passin' rappers, [?]
History, I pity the fool, I ain't missin' [?]
In your dirty crib, we need Mr. Clean
And your smelly ass drink Listerine
And your [?] sh*t to me
I ain't even...