Lyrics:
She's got makeup by the mirror in her bedroom
Thigh-high fishnets and some black boots
Nose pierced with the cigarette perfume
Half-dead, but she
grip the steering wheel driving by the ocean
She in the passenger putting on the lotion
SPF on the skin smooth with the motion
Cherry pie thighs thinking
shawty? We need to talk about marriage. I'm pregnant." Oh no hell we don't need to talk about marriage. Who you pregnant by? It aint my baby. I'm telling
afternoon, she is my tequila sunrise.
Mr. Manhattan walked up to me
and said,"oh good golly, who put an umbrella in your drink?"
I said, "yes indeed, I just
stroke, move it to the right, twist the anime, then beat it Ike
Get blinded by the sight of her, swear, baby girl, you
Ray Charles my eyes
You see her, you
I took a trip into a foreign world
I fell in love with a flower girl
Her lips were cherry
Marigolds in her gaze
She took me by the hand and showed me
ecstasy girls get next to me
Best spot vasectomy want many baby mcs
Don't test me eats like Elvis Pressly
And my favorite kinda dog is a Wesley
I don't give
Ich bin nicht rich, aber Baby, der Vibe ist
2K auf der Haut, nein, ich brauch' keinen Stylist
Zwei Hoes, eine links, eine rechts, keine Sidebitch
titties
Like a baby toddler, ho
Oh no, you didn't! You called me a what?
Don't make me wig out
How you gonna let some shit like
That slip out your mouth?
they're still inside my soul
Fooling around by the cherry tree
Makin' love down by the Pier
Oh! it makes no sense at all
Girl, it don't, it don't seem fair
like fly for life
Cant get by just to maintain
Quipto:
Oh hell naw
I aint done enough, theres more i gotta see
So lord dont punish me just 'cause i
And 30 dollar sacs make sexy hoes moist
Mary Jane and Pam is a cherries main choice
Cause these heffas they like smoking budda by the bay
Well stop talking
faves that engages in cyberfraud
The marathon is mad crazy this is what Nigeria made me
How is she calling me baby and I'm telling her maybe we could
sneaking more like a ninja
Put me on I'm in the building hot as ever in Nevada
Flavors everywhere I'm talking chocolate cherry and vanilla
I gotta go my pace
Chase N cashe can the drummer get some, huh?
Indeed, phat tracks, good weed
Anthrax, you know we loud
Baby the band's back smokin' hash
Now my
Baba ebb away
The pheromone had you feeling here by the dealers table
The volume of your magic baby i need minute maid
I plot it and they hover i should
that spinner who sips a fifth
Of cherry wine in his whip
I quote a scripture
Paint a clear picture 'bout how
This shit gon' get ya
Get ya wide like
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