Lyrics:
harder, got your head off kilter
Keep your dirty hands off me
I'ma show you just wait and see
Dominate everything we are the ultimate gang
Fresh taste,
comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for
pages
Delete the bought followers and show your real images
The Goal of attention is to use it for other people's good
Not to make them believe everyone
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
Your old fatass wife
I'm making these toys, all year long
Breaking my hands
Mama cfrica the world is in your hands
Theres beauty in the seasons and there's beauty where you stand
We love to see the animals that crawl around
wait til you get your little hands on L.A.M.B.
Cause it's (super kawaii), that means (super cute in Japanese)
The streets of Harajuku are your
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
Pink is my aura, this borealis has no malice
So come on in, I'll show you the layouts to my palace
It's mercurial by nature, Trismegistus wouldn't touch
put on your sweater.
Feelin' like a white, I think it doesn't matter
Super, dope, def, and even outrageous
If I was an animal, they'dve kept me in
know I'm fly
If you know you fly, hands up in the sky
And wave them side to side and say
"I know I'm fly"
You say you super fly? Well bitch
I'm stupid
worth saving
Friends we lost
Loves we had to bury
Starved or shot
By those who led us
We were taught
To fend on, scraps your hand fed
Now we see
Crowned
When I turn off the lights
Don't blow out your eyes when I show you this size
Don't use any hands when you starting to climb
My nuts got some gold baby,
a Super Bowl bachelor (bachelor)
Go hard in the gym, no cameras (hard)
I think I see blood, no Dracula (blood)
I'm an animal, beating up amateurs (grr)
tackle ya (uh)
I guess I'm a Super Bowl bachelor (bachelor)
Go hard in the gym, no cameras (hard)
I think I see blood, no Dracula (blood)
I'm an animal
CHORUS
Ya don't stop
To my people in the front
Ya don't stop
To my people in the rear
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
through
Villain, man in the mask, spit in the face
Show him where to go, inside a hand basket case
The defendant's confession!
Uh, nothing further
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
don't do ice though
Neat no sprite yo
You and wifey shop for jewelry, that's kinda nice though
Super cute
Comments on her photos man you love your boo
have tricked us again
Clap, clap for the boys' club the hypocrites
Animals are more equal get used to it
Clap, clap for the zeroes till your hands
the Realist of 'em all
I'm the Realist of 'em all
Can you show me what the real is (Hey Hey Hey)
Super saiyan really going all in
Mind of matter fuck
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
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