Lyrics:
anymore
Because I can't control my bladder anymore
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments
Because I can't control my bladder anymore
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments)
Step back into life
it stinks like your under arms
She got a whole lot of ass
More than the norm
Look how that shit hang out her undergarments
Grab the dick and whip it
The want it raw, Raw
Undergarments at the door
Copped a zipp, threw it in a raw
Never fall
Me never Cuff in the fall
Summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more
& racquets
All Frank's undergarments
Walls get built where once there weren't any there
Locks get locked & door knobs fall off
Wood-carved roads, chip-rock
question... (na)
But make no mistake (no mistake)
Shawty's undergarments... (undergarments)
The only thing laced
Don’t give me dap give me space (space)
Cause
tot mai jos și simți
O conexiune între mine și tine
Așa c-o luăm ușor
Pas cu pas until we go and
Open up that bedroom door
No undergarments on, sexier
give up your boxers for some briefs bro
I've got I've got the undergarment cheat code
Briefs they gone caress ya sack
Briefs they ain't ride up yo crack
mattress that yo' sheets is on
Sheets is on, yank 'em off
And every little kiss I'm a make 'em soft
Yo' undergarments, take 'em off
Take 'em off so you
mattress that yo' sheets is on
Sheets is on, yank 'em off
And every little kiss I'ma make 'em soft
Yo' undergarments, take 'em off
Take 'em off so you can
mattress that yo' sheets is on
Sheets is on, yank 'em off
And every little kiss I'm a make 'em soft
Yo' undergarments, take 'em off
Take 'em off so you
And leave your block looking
Like a slumber party
Too much stashed in my undergarments
Too much cash, that's an understatement
Too many hoes I could
through a thoroughly soaked
Stupid looking white sort of
Male person's conservative
Kind of middle-of-the-road
Cotton undergarment!
Whoopee! And here comes
undergarments in the glove compartment
Of the bucket, bumpin' Bubba Sparxxx
I'm double parkin' up at Targets
Trouble 'cause a double cross
The shadiest
you
Those be the last words, but tell us recording booth
Try not to fall in love but shawty be coming through
Her jeans and undergarments, how I'm
you think I'm cuffing you bugging
Wait let me get you some help
Make sure my presence is felt,? down in my undergarments
Courtesy of the walk in closet
of funds got 'em strip to their undergarments
For the skrilla, they willin' to diss your mama
Like the show with Wilmer Valderamma
I grind harder cause I
will do
Droppin' funny acid, a tab or two
Wearing undergarments from a Mormon friend
Touching all the bases 'round the Cub Scout den
Heir Gordon
Got
to undergarments.
It was an integrated pole, it was taking on an reddish brown cast.
Exercise on the pole was isometric,
Kind of a flex and then balance
Then
when you a lion, warm hearted
Bank account comma, but still get your undergarments from Target
With a penthouse apartment
Kinda nigga still ready to piss
Motivation lacking my decisions
This felt like a holy intervention
I put that pack in my undergarments
Them boys had locked the pharma department
Packing up
the new Rakim, maybe I'm Fab Pharaoh
Undergarments or armor be my intimate apparel
Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate
Same cadence as D.O.C.
weed 'less
It smells like under arms
I'm a Glo man, I don't need no undergarment
If it snow, man
That's gon' make me go harder
Is it a wonder man? I
feel my anus heave
The undergarment start to soil
And now I know its time to leave
When a demi-God blows bloody sperm
It does not stop, it starts
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