Lyrics:
propaganda
In my Doge speedo
From my humble abode I decode
Oh I'm a desperado
With a band of commandos
Ham on the mutha fuckin' pedo
I had to nerd out to get
Purell by the grams
Got sanitizers in my pants (what the hell?)
They started callin' me the man (the man)
I'm puttin' masks on all my bands (my bands)
out them pants baby
Make me spend this cash baby
I slow it down for you cause you put me in a trance baby
How you move them hips make me forget about
damage, huh
Damn, she need a bandage, uh
She gonna suck my dick up like a UFO so I call that lil bitch alien, damn, huh
I feel like Manny, uh, tool in my
on my body
In my pants there's a private party and you're invited
Wicked ([Pitbull]Loose)
Wicked,wicked,wicked ([Pitbull]Loose Loose)
Wicked
the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance, I'm fine
My lil' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine
She
this movie
I can't fuck with that little hoe cause she groupie
Vertebrae pants and my sneakers by Gucci
Vertebrae pants
Vertebrae pants and my Gucci
Destined to be homeless
Can't be rich
Dear shay is my magnum opus
On my way to go fuck otis
Pull out the bat with no notice
New cat, his names nugget
Lookin'
I gotta do it, I gotta snap, I gotta snap
I gotta do it
I gotta snap
Big .38, watch it sag in the pants
HOW CAN I dance with these bands on my lap?
with a bat
And a six four Impala
I wish I had a brand-new car
So far, I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo, I gets laughed at
And when I'm in my
and leave ya dick sick
Puerto Rican, Dominican all kinds of bitches
Like to suck on they titties put my dick in they kittens
But I'll bat a bitch up if she
I walk in the club so dashin, in the latest BBC fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
We're
To those that's batlike
Putting their best work in at night
Graveyard shift
When my partners do things
To make the front of your pants wet
Be wetting
knock them off any day
So get your hand out my face, 'fore I bat you in yours
You should of, stayed in your place now the tables done turned
Yeah
Nobody fucking with us
Rittz up in this bitch, when I spit I'm a warrior
Still got that Crown Royal in my cup, 'bout to pour it up
Biggest
squeeze the trigger and she blessed him
And I don't even have to text her
Cause she right by my side
Told her hop in the ride
Little bitch its a Chrysler
the T house tryna get this cash in
On the roads sides, my pants dem sagging
Bae bae knows this, waist side and I'm packing
When I talk I'm rapping
No capping
they know that I'm the man
Motherfucker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker
(What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (yeah)
Hit
Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in a dryer
Or hang you by a dryer, you're a liar
Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in
Scheduled to go shoot a dude
For his attitude
Rattling platitudes
While I show my gratitude
By poisoning all the food
Because I'm not in the mood
For flocks
I got ice in my veins and some biddies on my brains, i got ones in pants
And i might not stop ay
I got ice in my veins and some biddies on my brains,
Slept in, yes I really slept in
Pant's are going halfway up my leg betta get to steppin'
Slept in, yes y'all really slept in
Answer all my questions
A slave to the hood have no money in my pants
Rollin wit some heat to make a mutha fucka dance
Had a chance to bubble had my hustle but I
pants, try to reach, you gon' catch a, uh
Fifty in my pants, try to reach, you gon' catch a face
Nigga, this a striker, get behind, I bet we get away
Ion
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