Lyrics:
baby wen ya siddung inna saddle and ride
No body nah fi tell me you love me really wen
Ya wheel it and ya twist and ya turn
Ya do it like a motorcyclist
sweet like an appetizer oh oh whoa ooh oh
Girl your body so sexy and I like it oh
Omo shoma la ice cream
See my baby ride like a motorcyclist oh whoa
of Finland flamboyant
Ambidextrous Rex apparently fell off
The back of a
Motorcycle "Fell off the back of
A motorcyclist, most likely
" quipped ace drummer
above that wheel
But a motorcyclist, no matter how good
Is slave to the oncoming truck
And the poison of her father was her most pitiless luck
cars, hot rods, Cadillacs and Jeeps
Pretty girls sittin' on the beach admiring men's physiques
Bands of motorcyclists are riding through the parks
Sorta like the shit, I guess I kinda' like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
Sorta like the shit, I guess I kinda' like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license shit
And my shawty sweet like an appetizer oh oh whoa ooh oh
Girl your body so sexy and I like it oh
Omo shoma la ice cream
See my baby ride like a motorcyclist
want
Babalawo or Psychic
Bread or puff puff
Okada or motorcyclist
Suya or shawama
Superhero or psychic
Corruption has gone on too long
We gotta fight it
Or become a motorcyclist
Drivin' offroad
Hit traffic cones 'till I explode
wet rain
Suddenly he saw the motorcyclist
A hurtling beacon or something
Blinded him for a moment
His eyes misted over
And then he had to ram it with
i really thought i had it
Now i dedicate this to the fuckin baddest
Now that shawty ridin me like a motorcyclist
And we bust a move together, thats
Chambers Creek,
c dozen tree forts, redoubts,
Stocked and hidden,
The bastions of our claim.
We called ourselves the enemies
Of motorcyclists, surveyors,
an ex-motorcyclist
My pengame on fleek, yeah I'm goin' ape
I'm lookin' unparalleled like an irregular shape
I'm never down for the count, I'm still out and about
August
Hot head, revved, motorcyclist, Ghost Rider
Sick of Trump cards and decaf cups of Joe Biden
Slithering kings droppin' left and right, cobras dying
Girl your body so sexy and I like it oh
Omo shoma la ice cream
See my baby ride like a motorcyclist oh whoa
Yeah yeah yakasha
I dey I dey available oh I
heavy contraband
They came for him, he wasn't there, they came for me
The drug cartel made me a refugee"
"Two motorcyclists came towards me
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