Lyrics:
Mahama aban senior men yen hu yen
So you for dey hope to never ever go broke
But i promise on ma hustle to forever stay dope
Like dope berry
The life we
bitch, boy, you better coat me with that piss (Keep some hot shit)
Grab her by the puss when I whip the chromo
Black and blue like when I whip on the homo
everything for you men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
You can get
trying to hit the tank?
Your tomcat spray
By men is so rank
So for you I left a present:
Put a tampon on the sink
Yeah my hair's pink, I'm
me wicked as they come, your eyes get sore
Why you watch my pockets for?
Watch it, mmh, Spaceship Rocket Boys
Runner by nature
Know that shawty
gun
Just put the shell of a thompson gun
Walk away me boys walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your
gun
Just put the shell of a thompson gun
Walk away me boys walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your
young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A
You can get yourself clean,
the hood's got love but we still get robbed, often by our own men
Now I got five point two, son I only trust you, bring it with your two friends
But if one by
Guys like pretty girls in the world (Let's get this know what I mean?)
Women love men with money (Oh shit you got my nigga Carl on this too?)
Do you remember what your daddy used to tell you
About the so called nice boys that keep on coming 'round
He said they'll let you down
At 21 I bet
Grown men, handlin' business, state to state
On the road in any city you need us in
Let us know somethin', and we gon' come pipe it up
And we 10-15
I'm meticulous
Articulate
You fuck around I'm deadly
These bitches that
I'm picking from
You call that shit a medley
Bad boys
We're bad men
So don't
affliction though they may hurt me
I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy
Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't
to get by you
Do you know all the things I did in that trap room (Hell boy)
In that trap room I did it in that trap room
Stuck everyday by day in one way
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
Back at the bar in
gavn for mig til min hungrende vom
Men jeg har ikke et særligt stort navn så den er hungrende tom
Jeg dufter dolmerkål stegte bornholmer ål,
alverdens
separate the men from the boys
Every guy's a dog and baby throw me to the wolves
I'll never get to heaven with my glass half full
I've been
by sight
If I'm with You. I can't lose
You got something waiting just for me
I deserve to be loved
I can't settle just for anything
Many men be
By poor and ragged sailor men, who swore that they would stay.
Aboard the Nancy!
Six pence and found a day
Aboard the Nancy!
No uniforms for men
Danny.. Danny.. Danny.. Danny.. Danny Boy! - x2
You can hear it in an Irish bar, sung by drunken men
But the only words that I can hear,
Are "sung from
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