Lyrics:
Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep
your girlfriend hired
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin'
through the church
I was in the pew and knew that I had to search
We are all here 'cause fear is what they serve you will surely die but then's the rebirth
you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep and put
this is baby it's lookin bad
Whatever you thought it was baby it ain't that
Quit actin like I need you though
Dancing like the girls in my videos
You
all along the
Knowing that you guys were the wrong ones
Doing
This shit, I’m moving against the grain
And the pain is encompassing the game
I swallow it
the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you
Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better
you wipe this time
I was itching all week for Christ's sake!
And get me some more wippets
I'm almost out, you fucking pussy! Come on!"
Because you
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
all in the family (you got it, you got it)
And I love you
And I want you
And I'll suck you
And I'll fuck you
And I'll butt-fuck you
And I'll eat
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
over, across your sofa
Come on, is it ok if I come over, come on
That way I can get to know ya, come on
Let me get a little closer, come on
Do you all
do it to you. Also called the Chumbawamba-move.
This is the show where all of your dreams can come true. We've got all the liqour you can drink,
everybody gon' fear it
Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school
Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'
You can move all you want just not
'Cause mad niggas come like, "I got this goin' on
I got this TV show about to come out, niggas is lyin'"
I remember son, I told y'all
Then you put me in
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
P.O.W. - the eye to eye contact was all that
I dug your little steelo; fine, you dug mine
You want my digits? I'm with it (take it)
You could ring me
Take back the one I used to be
Take me by my hand
Take me as I am
Make me a better version of me
Tell me that you want me
Tell me it's alright
Tell me
see Christina in all her sluthood
It's like watching porn but the music's not as good
I want to stuff my TV's crotch with a dollar
Still I'd hump you
it obvious
I'm sorry but I'm not
My sentiment is, is y'all stay throwin' shots, so you gon' get what you give
Fuck you, back then right now
niggas
I'm comin' wit' all bars, no jokes
No chokes
Cause all you do is spit a bunch of bullshit
No quotes i'm so dope with no soap you
About to get washed
a prettier you
With more selflessness
Yeah, she's version 20
She's the one that all along
I shoulda been looking for she reciprocates
Calls before she goes
with me
All my fans, all my beautiful fans
Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people
I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor
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