Lyrics:
Everyone is in your order
No one is valuable
To love or hate
There is no limit, no before
No after
It's all yours
Choose what you want
No one can hunt you
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
in the grass, finna get ate by my cow
I'm just livin' my life on the jet, ridin' 'round
Two hoes with me, one white, the other one Bobby Brown
Mooley can fuck on your favorite model
Bitch trying to be my baby momma
I do not want her I ain’t wit drama
Play wit the commas lay up wit money
How u make
sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna
for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?
Chorus: cool Keith
Make up your
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
hopefully I gonna earn some cash
So thanks Dad for being so brash
The penetration in my flow
Hits you slow
It's like having sex
To increase your libido
the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya,
the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya,
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go
bitch pulling up in a 'Vette
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture nigga getting money, nigga,
bitch pulling up in a 'Vette
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture nigga getting money, nigga,
throw this metronidazole dipped in alcohol down your hole
Because they call me
Michael Mol
I'm a doctor but I do my own
Yeah they call me Michael Mol
tonight baby?
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step off in this club
'Bout to get bent in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[2x]
[Verse 1 - R.
leftovers)
Plugged in with the green grower, lawn mower
I'm a Michael Fox, George Jetson, Elroyer (let's go)
I'm a space cadet, an astronaut, a Rockstar
I
"I'm trying, not to lose..."
"I'm trying, not to lose my head..."
"I plan to tell you what it is later"
Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
I'm sorry I can't accept your paranoid rant
And I don't want the Neiman Marcus cookie recipe
Won't you kindly refrain 'cause it's hurting my brain
doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's
dick cupped in hand
Screamin', "Fuck safe sex," throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned
Michael Starr:] What do you want?
[Dan:] I know it's most unusual to come before you so
But the planet Earth sucks balls now that no one's allowed to bone
write it
Was given a purpose
Just searching to find it
I want to be great
But don't call me your highness
I'd rather see kindness
Over praising me
Just
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