Lyrics:
making time to a dixie holiday
I'm going down to new orleans town, to get a pound of feed
Be back home in just about a half of week
You may be
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
Be right back I'm gonna cry
Haye main mar gaya, I die
Aaja soniye, let's get it kickin
Baby be my butter chicken
I want to make you my chick
When we come they keep on walkin'
But my dogs ain't only barkin'
Y'all better beware of us
I'm eatin' chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed
Mm, I'm
getting 50 likes
You know Im really 50 likes
Said If I post a pic with yo chick youll be the 50th click
If you the 51st I tell you son get off of my dick
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
down I got my clique a generation I'm a feed 'em
Cuz I'm that chick number 1 pick
Stay 100 try me get bent
They say that I'm a leader I pull up in my
opened up the Persian curtains, it's a whirlwind
Me and Donald Trump disagree on a lot of stuff
But we seem to get along at the taco truck
He was
wrinkling
Sheerly riveting sorceric divining holy grail like DaVinci divinity
In Ethiopia the holy shrines only open up to one
Who feed the poor? Don't feed
stickin' in chicken than Stove Top Stuffing"
Coocoo-chie coocoo-chie coocoo-chie
"Bitches get wet then I inspect 'em like Deck"
Coo-coochie
"I wanna get
hold up keep it steady
y'all chicks ain't really ready
y'all sweating Stase already
And I ain't pushing a Chevy
I ain't even lyin' I ain't even
fuckin' set
Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have it
Gotta get it, we gotta get it, we gonna take it
Bitch we jump, say bitch we jump, we
a finger up her ass until the motion stings her
Depending on how close it brings her to the point of climax
That's when I get romantic with her face adjoined
Straight bang up your head shit with
Phenomenal swing like the ass on a black chick
Fat dick to all of y'all niggas with wack clicks
Hoping they
cribs, nice whips, and the view is looking gorgeous
Dont get caught up in my future baby, focus on the moment
Reset her mind, men in black, will smith when
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this
dope cocks can't cope and stricken chickens all molt
Like him, he's gone
Tried to spin a CD-ROM
Ended up stuck dead in the world wide web of Shelob
But
to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and I'll rock the party
Rock the party rock the party
Rock the party rock the party
Rock
of the stricken killed by the poultrygeist
Ok the farm was having some struggles couldn't get no help from the land
It had not rained in a couple months and nothing
(yeh yeh yeh)
Bout to get me turnt up like
Megan Thee Stallion
I just think that
You deserve the side chick of the year award
Side chick of the year
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches from give it to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up
get fucked up and i'll rock the party
Rock the party [Repeat: x 8]
about your friends and them
Bring chicks, we get it poppin like ...
Let me get up in it more
He rockin it
I spit up in it raw
He rockin it
No leanin
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