Lyrics:
All my friends are immature
We make fart noises
(Fart noises)
When I sit my bottom down
I make fart noises
(Fart noises)
When I cover up a fart
I
a wedgie and a vomit, bottom and a snot
Stuff between your toes that tastes like rot
Burp and a boogie and a fart and a poo and a wee
Well this old man he
hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
Was a motherfuckin work of art, she
my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
Was a motherfucking work of art, she rode my
Oh, ay, oh
Oh, ay, oh
Zaytoven
Still in the club like an old ass strippa
I'm still in the club like an old ass strippa
Still in the club like
individual fart is named with a string of at least 15 words, perfect for the podium
At the Rotarian Club, to be read aloud in a baritone voice with authority
to walk in the park
RIP Dart, rip you apart
She don't like when it fart, I told her I do
Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe
Won't stop at you, actin' a fool
Ya'll better make room!
When I enter the club to this tune
Moving like a baboon
On key with the beats, monkeys see, monkey do
Oh please let me flee
Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy
Boy, I hit a button, make my car park
I don't even got to be inside to make my car start
Start, I give a word
or the lights in the club
Baby you look nice in the club
Is it me is it me or the lights in the club
Baby you look dangerous
Is it me is it me or the lights in
I'm a head turner
I'm a real neck breaker
I'm a step further
I'm a next step taker
I'm a old fart
Cause I forgot my record player
Got a cold heart
like Guantanamo bay
Smells so bad I'm so sad
Clubs makin me mad clubs making me rad
I got a new car that smells like Aruba
I got it from cuba where they
back swing.
(Honking car horn)
Champion: Four! (Hit the golf ball.)
Donald: Oh no no! Apparently the honking horn had some
sort of concentration
unfortunately
I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns
Make old folks do the bus stop, can't stop son
Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew
leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car
Do the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Old school, do the old school
Joey, crook, you know we shut everybody down
Bitch this ain't no club hit
This ain't for no bitches
This a motherfucking stick-up
Quick, everybody
and the power and the danger and the thrill, these are a lot of our favourite things
We'll all meet in the car park, round the back of the Old Red Lion
The lads
Get a job, you bum bum bum bum
Money don't grow on trees, you bum bum bum bum,
Silent Farts, Deadly Farts,
All was calm, Not for long,
Oh come
Get a job you bum bum bum
Money dont grow on trees you bum bum bum.
Silent farts
Deadly farts
All was calm
Not turned on
Oh come on illegal
carols and god bless
america and thanks for comin so:
Get a job you bum bum bum
Money dont grow on trees you bum bum bum.
Silent farts
Deadly farts
red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need
Santy Claus lightin farts in the kitchen trowin out big flames man it was bitchin Santy Claus, Santy Claus goin back to the sled he just strangled tickle
dripping,
You gotta see me baby
I love so, my old school, dripping from my old school
I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah
My old school's car
check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her
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