Lyrics:
on my booty All them things used to go to my head Now it all go to my ass My booty, I'm working on my booty Hiney in, hiney out hiney in, hiney out Hiney
need a few tips on how to get a big Hiney ha hiney wo hiney Follow my instructions if you want work You said you want your booty big we have to make it
Knockin' hiney is such a special privilege (tell 'em about it) Not everyone gets to knock the hiney See, knockin' boots is done on a regular basis
the places that we came I'm burning up Mekha-lekka hi, Mekha-hiney-ho Mekha-lekka hi, Mekha-hiney-ho I need a witness To all these things we did not make
Find me grind me Grimy like high key Fiery hiney She might be Might be feisty I likey cry me Crimea Pint of lying I'm dying Why you spying on my
hiney It's a classy one Might be a bullshitter But I ain't no ass kisser 'Least I've never been one before But if there's anybody's ass I'd kiss I'd want
I'm pretty fly for a rabbi Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past But most of'em were
a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man Uptown
And all the goyim say I'm pretty fly for a rabbi Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past But most
slidin, move ya hiney I'm your High-Score boy And it makes you sick down to your stomach It's okay baby I don't think you're crazy But move those feet
and louder Actin' civilzed didn't seem to matter Everybody got to showin' their hiney includin' me Lord I'd never known Granny to take her a sip But
seem to matter Everybody got to showin' their hiney includin' me Lord I'd never known Granny to take her a sip But the words were slurring comin' offa
you’re fucking with my money Scummy little dummy Smelling like Pooh because you’re Winnie and you’re whiny I’ve got a big dick for your hiney Give me
get your panties off!!I want a lil pootie poo." One of you girls tonight will be lucky enough to have your hiney spanked by Carlos.Who will it be? Who
Then we leaving em dead We leave em dead I say whoa Whoa Ready Left right Bring it on down Get up off your hiney Gon and shake it all Gotta tip your
where, and he like to try me out, buys me shoes just to buy me out So I give him hiney If he actin grimy Then we mack, Then I throw it back And he loves
used to be so blue and shiny God you oughtta see what's happened to her hiney (Her what?) her hiney Man that thing is big enough to land a small plane
to the modern Reformation Mecca-lecca-Hi Mecca-hiney-hiney-Ho It's nothing magical That His grace and election Be like IBM compatible My God be Him that's
feasible You better believe me Kiki Are you riding Chilling on the moon is where you find me Chilling on the moon sipping Hiney Can everybody please be irie
ski That one kinda thick Oh this one kinda small Real hineys fake hineys Look i love them all I’m a johnsonboy And i don’t play no games I come to wreck
something hit his hiney. Shivers shook his knobby knees His ol' hiney couldn't hide From a tighty-whitie breeze
a-grab a tooshie, smack a-smack a hiney Mecca lecca hiney ho I just want to find a hoe Pussy, giny, tiny hole Cover her in slime and go I don't want
From the boys for boys to girls for boys To all gender role folks Who be taken with dopey dudes like me, with the hiney I'm glad mine not tiny This
feasible You better believe me Kiki cre you riding Chilling on the moon is where you find me Chilling on the moon sipping Hiney Can everybody please be irie
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