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to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane
Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring
My favorite was
ass over with the front wheels
The breaks squeal, Ass clapped like a seal
He reaches in his pants and takes out a 9 mil
And asks, are you ready for your
poppin' bottles
We got the mamis gettin' loose, off the boots
If you really think, then Ready To Die, Gimme The Loot
Gimme The Loot
Pit'll pull your
a bitch, this shit make me wanna yell
Aye lil' bitch, I am the reaper, you can't hide behind your mans
I heard he a heavy sleeper, we ran up and took his
your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by
drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the party
Move around and shake your body
And if you're down with
This goes out to my all time favorite preacher
My all time favorite Sunday School teacher
Who'd call my name out from the third bleacher
Whose belt
to work, cold busting her ass
My sister's cute but she got no gear
I got three pairs of pants that with my brother I share
See there in school see I'm
the feeling the first time you reach down a boy's pants... You'll miss your favorite coat... Waffles with whipped cream and strawberries... Beating your friends
to hell!
Well, one more time, let me hear you yell:
GODDAMNIT!
When nothing ever goes your way
When "Oh, no" is not enough to say
GODDAMNIT!
When you
to work, cold busting her ass
My sister's cute but she got no gear
I got three pairs of pants that with my brother I share
See there in school see I'm
to compete
To keep your mind and body in tune
I yell some shit in your direction
In attempt for your attention
Despite the fact that you
Would never give so
whatcha heard, Ima OG nerd
You goin' respect me, I'll fuck witcha herd
Your fans yell "boo" (boo) throw shit at you
You'll put in the papers to transfer
night, honey, just for you
Let's find some place we can go out and dance
You wear your hair down
I'll wear my favorite pants
On the floor I'll be
He just yells, "Shut the fuck up, bitch, this Tom guy is serious"
I hoped you would kill it, I'm always a optimist
Thought your response would be
poor, wealthy
Trans, cis, Muslim, Christian
Listen, listen and then yell at
The top of your lungs
Be a voice for all those
Who have prisoner tongues
For
Shanghai (Shanghai)
Playboy bunnies on stand by (wait)
If you can make it clap, put your hands up (clap)
Who got the ass I can grab-a?
Let me see you see
this
I'll give your body everything that u been feigning for
And wen I sing in it you'll yell me it's ya favorite song
And we ain't got no time just
They call it CANDYLAND
Ay, they call it CANDYLAND
They call it CANDYLAND, it ain't no chance or circumstance
The drugs been planted, in pants and empty
come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are
somebody
You know that I love somebody, love somebody
When the games on
You wear the jersey of my favorite team
I yell at the TV, knock over my beer
eats all day long
Gucci on her pants not yves saint Laurent
Try to play her like I’m Loki but she not even a rookie
I can tell by how she looking that
dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine!
reach up a girl's shirt
If you're a girl, the feeling the first time you reach down a boy's pants
You'll miss your favorite coat
Waffles with whipped
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