Lyrics:
she
gettin her cherry popped.
[Chorus 3]
Bedroom boom, (This is serious business, Baby)
Bedroom boom, (What goes on in this room, So what baby..)
to the kitchen
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
So many chickens in my kitchen got my palms itching
You sucking a rich nigga dick, you in a good
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
to get out of a three-bedroom house
With a yard full of sticks and squirrels
Then, way later in life, I ended up buying a three-bedroom house
With
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)
If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh
She tried to kick me in the groin with both knees
(Who you 'gonna call, G?) Not the ghost busters
(What about your mom?) Hell no, I can't trust her
name
Long way from that chirp
Strip pole in my bedroom
But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
Miley Cyrus is that
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
way from that chirp
Strip pole in my bedroom
But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
Miley Cyrus is that bullshit
SUBMITTED BY: Angel Dust
HONEY BUCKET:
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.
confirmation, bedroom alcatraz, huh
Then she gave me that bedroom crucifixion
She slaughtered me with her devilish predictions
We sexed in hell, right inside
It's a dangerous animal. Quick, throw it in the trough.
Wise Man 3: No it isn't.
Mandy: Yes it is.
Wise Man 3: No, no, it is an ointment.
of the bed
Get the hell out or pay me the rent
One lie and the truth, I fuckin' miss you
And I hate my bedroom
La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, ah
Bedroom
Uhh, wave your drinks in the air
Shorty turn around keep the ass right there
Focus your attention, let your eyes
Get paralyzed, by the size of my
I looked past
3OD
My family
Limbo a bitch she nasty
All alone
Darkness follows me
Shadows in my bedroom
Asking me
If i wanna follow them
All alone
fail, life getting hard I ain't got no paper I got three hunnid on my name in My debt
Red room bedroom I don't wanna breathe no more
Red room bedroom I
1, 2, 3 - You can go and ring the bell, man
You're lookin' at a champ, so I'm gonna need a Hell Yeah
Hell yeah! (Hell yeah!) Hell yeah! (Hell yeah!)
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
hours in economy class
I was really mad, three crying babies
And no more liquor, and no sleep
So finally we arrived in Berlin
It was raining, of course
So
if you ask me (yeah)
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around ten and skinny
yourself, I'm thinkin for us
You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch
You should thank
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