Lyrics:
gon' buss it, double doors
Charlie's Angels, Demi Moore
Metro Boomin want some more
Whistle on that pussy bonjour
Pussy like a trigger, I'mma buss it
down buss it like it's Marti Gras
Monday night we in the ring let's call it raw
Oh it's on sight, I saw you but you called em off, I saw you but you
The young generation yo,
What's the deal bro, Charlie Brown, man
[Charlie Brown]
I don't know what the deal is
You have to ask my partna Dinco D
Yo yo
Tex
He said, 'Don, try to *'Hold To What You Got'
But *'Ninety-Nine and a Half' won't do
Like Wilson Pickett said
I tried, *'A Lover's Prayer'
Like
Danger on the Beat Nigga hit
'em with that shit yeah walked out the bank
Lookin hella swag
Bitches love the taste so i told 'em
"baby thanks"
Say she
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
a conference call on my
Hands-free car telephone, lookin' like I'm talkin' to myself
Shootin' the breeze, cuttin' it up real tough like
Choppin' it up like
the Crackerjack store
still at will
for field up the skill for the jill by the Jack
misguided mojo swing low string
sing along as I bring along with the song
force oo .
E just be the message
Ah Hood Lyrics Entertainment thing
Mad Wicked , Wicked , Wicked , Wicked
E just be like I wan talk my mind Charlie
I
a different type of cool
I get it from from my Daddy cuff link pinky ring peppermint patty fresh
And I'm dressed to impress yes
Like Charlie Wilson feelin
Move with the flow in the wave
Got a bad lil vibe and she like to behave
Wilson
Ball like I came out the cave
I been locked in Lion you can tell by
Pulled into the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of marchers
In my head like, "is this awkward?
Should I even be
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til
Will I succeed? Ah, no doubt
Bananas on the beat, why they don't speak
Cat got your tongue? Holla back, bitch
I'm wildin' now, they was focused
chauffer
Who woulda knew
Man I used to get whipped by the Smiths and the Wilsons
Now I'm in the whip with the Smiths eating Wilsons
You would probably think
until I say so, take the money out the safe slow
Escape route and I'm out, I cake out like intimates
like the brightest, the flyest
You got to be
Charlie got a chainsaw and a pickle jar of formaldehyde
One way or another tonight she will be going for a ride
The roses and the poems he wrote,
orange glow
A nice memory of what the sun looks like
For he does not leave his house
The door is sealed with photographs
Covering every crack
hard like karate
Charlie Charlie bout to go off
Strike it up white lighting
Feel the rush I’m flying
So high, igh igh…
So high, igh igh…
Mary Mary come
of the week(bye)
Fruity Tutty,Happy but moody,Im arroused by my girl she got a big booty.
Bouncing arounding like kids in a jumping castle,Banana To Peach,With her
jump from a moving car
Then I notice that the door's ajar
And the conversation moved to trash
Bridget Fonda Charlie Sheen you're like the lamest people
So until then
I’ll dream of the days of cotton candy skies
I’ll fly like the dandelions in summertime
All the way home
And till you take me I’ll be
of the night and I just got drunk
So I might throw up
It's the middle of the night and I just got high with my girl by my side
And I'm so in love
It's the middle
Neck is achoo, might catch the flu
Banana clip, straight from the zoo
I'm like, Mother Goose, if I say shoot
They're gonna shoot
No I'm not sweet,
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