Lyrics:
want the dressing
On that motherfucker)
I don't need that dressing
(Never get ranch, never get ranch)
6 God blessings
(Look at my pants, look at my
get all this cheese
Yea I know they envy how I
Been doin what I please
Yea Homme Plus for the pants
Bitch come back to the crib and
Im ripping off her
bands up
Beast while in the streets but
I'm still my grandma grandson
No remorse for me so I gotta keep my pants up
Beast while in the streets but
I'm
Christmas
(Needy) this a high song
If you sober you can't listen (Shut up)
Just like my pants up
VETEMENTS jeans gotta find out
What I'm missing (Nothing)
is fuckin' bands
Yeah, bitch pulled up and sucked
Me out my pants (Ayy, yeah, woah)
My best friend is dead presidents (Ayy)
I just bought the Cayenne
man ain't home
Take off your pants, baby and come to me
We done had all this drank
We done smoked all this weed
Take off your pants don't be scared
the shit (for the shit)
Ayy, I'm pacing for the shit (for the shit)
Racks up in my pants and I spend it
(and I spend)
Also in my pants is the slammer (is
twelve-gauge shotty, yeah (Shotty)
44 Magnum and the Uzi from the '90s
38 and the nine-millimeter in my pant lining
(My pant lining)
I might cop a 45 and hold
the world
But I gave it to my brother
Used to be a nerd
But them bitches never fucked us
So we pulled our pants down, now they love us
Uh, uh, uh and this is
With his working ass, I can sign his ass
(I still can)
Ain't worth his ass, might rob this fag
I'm smoking gas sliding in a jag
Pants full of racks still
we're history?
'Cause you couldn't keep your pants on
You forgot to t-t-tell me
You had a girl in your bed
You had a girl in your life
You had a girl
She hate short niggas so she judge me
By the height of my pants
'Fore we fuck, flick the light in advance
I don't wanna be surprised in the morning
If
Here’s my grand entrance:
Nameer crawls in with his banging fists
Blood trailing his pants and shit
I’m screaming
"Hey there’s a cat who’s ticked
I
somethin'
In the world that I grew up in
Skatin' rinks and black Trans Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
Lookin' back now I can see me
And oh man, did I
But a dah one yah come top di lis
A'right real badman nuh wear people pants
We tek dancing to a higher rank
We spen' pound,an wi spen frank
John
allowing.
Tried to tell us "Give peace a chance."
Met the National Guard and he shit in his pants.
It's not you imagination, its not a bad trippie, yes
And when you are in France,
You pull down you pants
([Slymenstra]-You pull down your pants)
And when you on your knees
([Slymenstra]-When your on your
Three piece suit
Spandex pants
Cowboy boots
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna do
Maybe I'll have to move from
Beverly
"Now, let's you just drop them pants."
"...Drop?"
"Just take 'em right off."
"Come on, squeal! Squeal! EEEEEEEE!"
Minds are empty, heads are
I keep a pile of pennies,
In the pocket of my pant.s
I pay my toll to the sidewalk troll,
My entrance fee to street romance.
Oh Streetcorner
Think that I'm a loser
'Cause my pants are really too low
Think that I'm a slob
'Cause I got holes in my shoes
Think my cock is like
I like my
goes out on Friday night
He takes off his pants cause it feels alright
Third down and twenty to go
This too-tough turkey is ready to go go go
In
I can be clever, I can be clever
I can charm your pants off, I can be clever
I can be funny, I can make you laugh
I can amuse you, I can make you
I put your stuff out on the porch - lettin' you slide
You pissed in your pants and put out the torch - lettin' you slide
You splattered
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