Lyrics:
like a motherfucking helicopter, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Children of all ages, hey
This is Nappy Boy, man, this is what we do, hey
That’s just funny
Where the fuck the ladies at to
Help me do something? No
Believe I would tell ‘em, to
Get a man with cheese, a white man breeds
I’m left
No I just -I wanted to say I liked
Your butt, but I thought
That was too forward, you know
Mark: Hey, this next song is for all
The ladies in
the dirt (the dust)
Checkin' more cash than a clerk (that's us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I'll bust)
I'll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
smoke perk, in my all white shirt
Wanna' fuck this pussy, so I'll make ya'll work
Hit da' dirt, on flirt will make all ya'll twirl
Fuck a trick so hard,
with us
Is Your Pronoun
With their hit new track
Take it away homies!
White, Anglo-Saxon
Walk out my house
Polo shirt is tucked in
I feel amazing
Rock star!
Rock star! (rock on)
Rock star! (rock on)
It's rock n roll! (rock on!)
I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters
immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
"Can I get that louder?
Let me
immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
"Can I get that louder?
Let me
stuck in your head for days and days
Who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair
With some peroxide, reachin' for a t-shirt to wear
Baby, I just don't get it
Do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smell the perfume
I know you smell the perfume
The make-up on the shirt
The make-up
V-neck t-shirt, true re-ligion
Dats how we roll
Straight jeans and fitted
In a white t-shirt we did it
We rock them shades to di limit
Have you heard 48? Motherfucker I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck
V-neck t-shirt, true re-ligion
Dats how we roll
Straight jeans and fitted
In a white t-shirt we did it
We rock them shades to di limit
V-neck t-shirt, true re-ligion
Dats how we roll
Straight jeans and fitted
In a white t-shirt we did it
We rock them shades to di limit
a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
Lambo, brand new Lambo
With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
I'm outchea, I'm so outchea
I swear
the Cow Key Bridge
Where the warm breeze blows so nice
And the landlord forgives
Snowbirds on the golf course wear Bermuda shorts and Polo shirts
Some play
flip it over
You must've forgot it, we 'bout it like soldiers
It's cold but I got my shirt off
Trap niggas can't fall off
Big sack of molly, golf
looks like an accident
Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga,
her stuff
They play golf with sun tan lotion
And they all got they shirts tucked in
They all wear suspenders and they
Got bow-ties under they chin
They
And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
with the sun and the sand
I always try to keep some tannin' lotion in hand
Ladies let me know if I missed one spot
Wild women in white t-shirts, I
something you not
Golf Wang cover my body (Woah)
Comme Des garçons my body (Woah)
Fred Perry all on my body (Woah)
Jean-Paul Gaultier on my body (Woah)
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