Lyrics:
town
Whatcha' gonna do when you slip inside it
Grab you by the ankles it's a wide open angle
We're a team now baby it takes two to tango
Yeah but how
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it
Alright sir, I'm moving on, I appreciate it.
[Man]:
They were having sex.
[Adam Sandler]:
Alright that's in your head. Bye bye. Well we learned a lot
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicked
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he's the one that
Villain or hero it's all just the same
Handful of fears what I keep in the tank
Couple of beers what I reach for to drink
Bluest of moon when I sit
time
Toes in the sand
The sun is shining
It's such a vibe (Such a vibe)
Then right before my eyes (Ahh nah)
I start to realize
How cigarette butts can be
to use
Everything else has fallen through
It's all my fault, what can I do
Baby it's all my fault, I trusted you
I trusted you
I still think of everything
The girl next door, ya know? Man
I don't know what to do! Say it wasn't you
Alright
Honey came in and she caught me red handed
Creepin' with the girl next
Don't mind me baby, heh
We takin' over summer
Young Gifted, haha
Let's take it home, champ
Ayy, ayy, look
Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah
couldn't hold it in
And said to her, with a devilish grin...
Keisha's got a big ole butt (uh-huh)
You know I told you I'd be true (I told you)
But Keisha's
you've had all the world could hold
It will only turn your soul cold
And it still does not compare to all the
Treasures I in Heaven hold for you
Dear Adam
from the city centre. Its surrounded by beautiful open spaces and excellent commuter links into London. What more could you ask for? Lets go in
sleep
Until we both get a nut
I'm living it up he livid as fuck
Andrew nigga you shit
Out of luck
Get smoked like a jack
And get put on your butt
In my
the right people
Maybe I'm different and I need to be bilingual
Maybe that's why I'm single
Too many Pringles in the can
And They all look alike
But Ill do
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
I don't know nobody in fuckin' Yonkers
Lyin' ass bitch, you ain't shit
Do I got to holler his name too?
Who the fuck is he?
Bitch, you fuckin' him
the butt, what
What type of games is being played? How's it going down?
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm
the butt, what
What type of games is being played? How's it going down?
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm
ain't gay
Everybody forgot
What happened?
What up Dre?
Yeah
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre
Compton's in the house
Yeah that's right
to whisper in your ear
No time to remove our fears
I just wanna get near
Get butt naked and roll around
Move our bodies like up and down
Do that stuff
smut!
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
Come on,you know you wanta do it,too
It's good to me,and it's good to you
I only speak what's true
You say you
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