Private Show
Father, Slug Christ
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Check my swag bitch Know I look like Kim K Slugger Check my sauce I'm going 'Cause I feel so good today (yo bitch) Yo bitch want a private show She want the serenade (okay now) Grew up 'round Atlanta now I stay out in L.A. (what) The metaphysics of this trip is stupid fruity I secure the bag And then I step up out the woods Walk into the jungle and I walk it out north I can sense a disturbance inside the fucking force (bitch) What you wanna know 'cause I got burdens all night bitch Juked on this hoe and broke her knees Her ankles bent like plastic Sum'n 'bout when I'm off that juice My dude, my juke majestic Treat these thots like trading cards Can't have my holographics Farm-to-table my girls love the park I keep 'em grass-fed Picnic, we kick this shit, her ass swing like pop shove-it Get my dick licked, she with the shits Shorty just love cock-sucking She just love me when I'm off the shits I'm sober this bitch irk me All my diamonds white like Fergie These bitches is just not worthy I get the broccoli, break it all up I cannot take it, enough is enough I put the bags in the back of a truck I take the bag and I chop it all up Chop it all up Putting the bags in the back of a truck Chumbawamba on a bitch Eat a taco then I dip Bitch go raise yo kids, ay And bitch go get some money, ay Don't spend it on yourself, ay And quit tryna talk to me, yuh Flex on economy F*ck the economy I need lobotomy Or a bottle in front of me Scary nigga, I'm a spooky black You should probably alert your neighborhood watch Every time a nigga move on the block Crackers pull up with that burning cross I'm cold like Minnesota, Henn' & Cola Look at this Mont Blanc watch Naw, nigga, this drip don't stop Father Swift boy I might go pop Yeah I think I'm Keenan think I'm All That Bitch wanted me to hold the door I did that hoe just like a doormat Pulled my dick out her vagina And I came all on her thorax Every time I step outside I think I change the fuckin' forecast Yeah Run it up run it up Remember when we kicked the door in? You was looking for me all through the morning Damn the rain is pouring Damn the rain is pouring
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Written by: Centel Mangum, Charles Paul Bell, Nate Donmoyer
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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