Lyrics:
You may, you may wake
Lazier than the furniture
Lazier than the furniture
Lazier than the furniture, Lazier than the furniture
You may, you may wake
I'm in the club
Kush got it burnin' up
I'm poppin' bottles 'n
I'm fuckin' up the furniture
I'm in the club
DJ gon turn it up
Got a flock of models
Riley was a white man
Living on Sixteenth Street
Every Friday morning, Mr riley you would meet
Riley's been here, got my furniture and gone
Make no
Carolina furniture concepts
Your leader in savings
Carolina furniture concepts
Fourth of July celebration
Save like never before
On high quality
furniture
We're so sorry we weren't there earlier
To help you set up the lawn furniture
Fire up the barbecue
We're almost there
I kid you not
We're almost
brown
Sometimes I want to move to the other part of town
But to keep from going out of my mind
I move the furniture around
Moving furniture around
No
(Love is together alone)
The flowers cannot keep their summer bloom
(Love is together alone)
The garden furniture’s stronger than you
It beats me too
You,
me omega
Caught you on live
We walking you down
Like a little bitch
Go straight to the pound
I'm in your crib
And I'm stealing your furniture
Said I
(Hook)
Fill your home with some furnitures
Casadecorshop gon provide you some
You gon feel the home(4x)
Sentire la casa(2x)
You gon feel the home,
furniture
Nigga, we don't give a fuck about your furniture(x2)
Fuck yo bitch,
She aint better than mine
He said I'm gonna get rich
Well nigga get in
VS: Who is there? LJ: Furniture man. [spoken words]
VS: Ahhh, Ahhh shucks, I ain't got no money today. [spoken words]
VS: Furniture man,
and guess the way we gone go
Yeah turn it up, we gone turn it up woah
Bitch turn it up, fuck the furniture woah
Yeah turn it up, we gone turn it up woah
I got a house but I need new furniture
Why spend mine when I could spend yours?
The truth is, I will love you the same
But why complain, you
make that thing go pop!
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga
Pop a bottle, make
Tell em' turn it up and guess the way we gone go
Yeah turn it up, we gone turn it up woah
Bitch turn it up, fuck the furniture woah
Yeah turn it up, we
here, but
Oh my my, oh
I'm really trying not to lose my cool, but
All I can do is divvy up my days
And move around this furniture
That's taking up this
Plastic furniture, plastic furniture
Scraped skin all over
Sticking to my thighs, it’s sticking to my thigh and I
Just want to think it over
Plastic
and guess the way we gone go
Yeah turn it up, we gone turn it up woah
Bitch turn it up, fuck the furniture woah
Yeah turn it up, we gone turn it up woah
Bitch
up, fuck the furniture, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, turn it up, we gone turn it up, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, turn it up, fuck the furniture, woah (Yeah,
Gore-geous!?!
Furniture is Feng shui
Dead bodies set the flow
Don't I live Gore-Geous
Don't I live Gore-Geous
Blood dripping off my face
And off my clothes
Don't
time
Wash dishes that I will dry
IKEA furniture
Yeah let's try another church
Pokémon connoisseur
It's all worth waiting for
It's root nights
that girl
I know just what you call me
I know you don't deserve it
And now I'm just
Miss Fleamarket Furniture
Passing through different worlds
No one
I'm done with her, I'm done with her
She seen poppin' bottles standin' on the furniture
I'm done with her
She doesn't run, her friend, he can
it's quiet
All in all I'm just furniture,
Just another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set,
All in all I'm just
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