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Lyrics
[Verse]
Flamboyant Dave, twirling in silk lace,
Laundry mat glow, had his own grace.
Bent at the dryers, skirt in flight,
Brandon busted in, like dessert at night.
[Verse 2]
He said, "Dave, this scene, kinda five-star weird,"
Richard slid through, with a party appeared.
Between the washing machines, chaos unfurled,
Cleaning drama turned into their world.
[Chorus]
Spin cycle dreams, laughter so wild,
Soap suds bubbled, vibes freestyle.
Panty folds sacred in the laundromat haze,
Dave and his crew in their soap opera phase.
[Bridge]
Glen giggled, said, "What is this stunt?"
Called ‘em names, frontin' on their front.
But inside, he envied their shine,
Dave’s panties more bold than Glen’s dull grind.
[Verse 3]
Rick cracked jokes, Glen pitched a roast,
Fabric-softened whispers, spicing the boast.
Brandon grabbed snacks, said, "Let’s all feast,"
Folded panties tight, Dave never creased.
[Outro]
Flamboyant Dave, king of the scene,
Designer panties, fresh, always clean.
When life throws lint, spin it surreal,
In the laundry of vibes, always keep it real.
Details
GeneratedMay 16, 2025
Duration2:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
male vocals, rap, gritty, hip-hop
Credits
Prompt by
weirdnormal
weirdnormalModelAria v4
Prompt
Flamboyant Dave Was Washing his Panties. At Whitman's laundry room. Bent over and Lifted his skirt. Brandon walked in and had Dessert. Richard joined the party. Glen made fun of them., rap
