Lyrics:
I'm a red-blooded American Male
I don't wanna do nothing but chase some tail
Get in my muscle car, and drive it to the bar
And drink light beer until
(Mueller)
Now the hair missing is not an embarrassing thing
Callin' any lion is the American dream like
I'm gonna blow a cone by the pool
Smoke up to many
Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it
to the top
While they prayin' on my downfall
But I said fuck em all
I'm gon prove em wrong
All American reject bitch I'm gon' move along
But it won't be too
and she got a six-pack
Look like she used to play volleyball
American Express, you can have it all
Code to the safe, you can have it all
Fuck your main
girl, I might need a little overtime after this quarter
Damn, I needed that
Girl, you're so gorgeous, we all agree with that
My exes before you wouldn't
the front
By her the store
But she sayin’ it’s not enough
She sayin’ it’s not enough
She want to ride in my truck, damn
She just want to get fucked, damn
Finished
Then it'll be my turn
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamourous as?
Who's an American beauty rose?
With
gotta stay prayed up I know what the devil breeds
They rather see you die in yo sleep then to live out yo dreams
Girl said she cant choose sides I said
This moment is set. Let's make magic.
You're the #1 girl; it's time to stay at the top.
This is the song of the year. We just recorded your orgasm.
American wanna bee i guess That's a gimmick choke em Yeah
I miss how you being telling me
I can do anything i put my Mind too ummm ahhh
I miss how you being
by the seaside
Watching the world from the bright side, yeah
To all of you, American girls in the movies
No one can tell where your heart is
You'll be tucked in every night for a month
By all of the American Apparel ad girls
American... American Apparel ad, as girls
You know what I mean?
I
by now
Quit while you're ahead, go and take your bow
Please calm down sir, now don't have a cow
Just shut your damn mouth, dear god, oh wow
You're
Yeah, nigga reject, nigga
Machine, bitch daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Reject shit, it's
back to summer sixteen
With your hands all on my body no space between
We were highschool lovers American dream
When you told me that you would never
(Mirror, Mirror... Damn)
Hand Crafted by Gods themselves, Beauty with such divinity
Silly me to think I'd ever possess the ability
To say no
krumping
Fuck a ceiling fan, I’m blowing shit down if I up it
A minute man, but she’ll be coming back for seconds with money, damn
Fucked around and popped
cities, their planning to just control us
By infiltrating sin through our flesh and they try to mold us
Bringing all this terror then causing all this
Girl I want you, and I need you
Girl I love you so much damn you make my dreams true
Girl I want you, and I need you (Girl I need you)
Girl I love
fake look like some dolls
Fake like the dream like the dream sold us
Claim we free but then they hold us
Guilty by the skin we molded
American pie
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal, bye, bye, bye)
I think about you all the time (oh)
I see you in my
And if you all was wondering
It is time to get back to your knees
Pray for this game
Uh!
Ladies and gentlemen
K L A stand up N Y C put your fucking hands
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