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girl waht you wanna do 
Sippin' lean told me twice she love the
Her friend too 
Hit the dance floor and turn it out 
Do it like you in my video walk
wanna be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, forever young

So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out and you
hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
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
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
Hey, I want to see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill video

Hey, let me see you get loose
Get loose, get loose, get loose
Hey, shawty,
slide 
The full stride for the ride on a watered-down tip
We could never get by (push)
Fellas (get on the mic!)
Check it out, here's what you gotta do
it down 
South in the fall, you sure do got a purdy mouth. 

[Chorus]

And I love you! 
And I want you! 
And I'll suck you! 
And I'll fuck you!
Butt-fucked by your uncle chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for
Your little peanut.

Fred: wait, where'd ya get that little dance? 

Jon:
put it out in the next hand
police on my day bew
now who's them pimps that stay true
they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you
so you can blaze too
don't care(?) you rush em
Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up
But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands
Blood on my clothes blood on my
Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha
to do
But now it's time that I leave

I pull my magic carpet down out my sleeve
I'm gonna climb aboard, I'm gonna fly away
Back to Bagdhad, that's