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Ah, the itchy flakes, it is inflaming
To the gels and creams, it is pertaining
To a fungus mold is my injection
Hope it's only a, a yeast infection

Only hurts when I
Hurts when I pee
Oh well, it hurts when I
Hurts when I sing

Now I vomit cum and diarrhea
On the tile floor like oatmeal pizza
With a toilet bowl full of a cloudy pus
I feel my blood becoming chowder rust

Only hurts when I
Hurts when I pee
Oh well, it hurts when I
Hurts when I sing

Roll into my bed, which does consist of
Lice, bugs, and fleas, and yellow mucus
Stained dirt Vaseline, toe jam and booger
Stomach acid worms that dance in sugared sludge
Stranded,
Stranded,
Stranded on the toilet bowl,
Stranded,
Stranded,
Stranded on the toilet bowl,

What do you do when you're stranded,
And there ain't nothing on the roll?
Come, my little friends
As we all sing a happy little working song
Merry little voices clear and strong
Come and roll your sleeves up
So to speak, and pitch in
Cleaning crud up in the kitchen
As we sing along

Trill a cheery tune in the tub
As we scrub a stubborn mildew stain
Pluck a hairball from the shower drain
To that gay refrain of a happy working song

We'll keep singing without fail
Otherwise we'd spoil it
Hosing down the garbage pail
And scrubbing up the toilet, ooh

How we all enjoy letting loose
With a little la-da-dum-dum-dum
While we're emptying the vacuum up
It's such fun to hum a happy working song
Ooh, a happy working song

Oh, how strange a place to be
'Til Edward comes for me
My heart is sighing
Still, as long as I am here
I guess a new experience
Could be worth trying
Hey, keep trying

You can do a lot when you got
Such a happy working tune to hum
While you're sponging up the soapy scum
We adore each filthy chore that we determine
So friends, even though you're vermin
We're a happy working throng

Singing as we fetch the detergent box
For the smelly shirts and the stinky socks
Sing along, if you cannot sing, then hum along
As we're finishing our happy working song

Ah, wasn't this fun?
Oh ain't it lonely
When you're livin' with a gun
Well you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round
And you can't trust anyone

You just sit there like a butterfly
And you're all encased in glass
You're so fragile you just may break
And you don't know who to ask

Oh ain't it lonely
When you're livin' with a gun
Well you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round
And you can't trust anyone

You just sit there like a butterfly
You're well protected by the glass
You're such a rare collector's item
When they throw away what's the trash
You can hang suspended from a star
Or wish on a toilet roll
You can just soak up the atmosphere
Like a fish inside a bowl

When the ghost comes round at midnight
Well you both can have some fun
He can drive you mad, he can make you sad
He can keep you from the sun
When they take him down, he'll be both safe and sound
And the hand does fit the glove
And no matter what they tell you,
There's good and evil in everyone
This is song two on the album
This is the album right here
Burn the album

Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock n roll singer
As he's dancing upon your pay check
The sales climb high through the garbage pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
I just got signed

So get out your lead pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
And the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job
Honey

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Yea Haha niggas it's 2006 and I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's in it
And you can get it you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it

Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler
The drama is a part of the story that I'm a give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla
And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler
Matter fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Forty eyes on the prize now I'm energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck n rims
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spins
What a way to double up I'm headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet I ain't gotta check it in

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's in it
And you can get it you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it

This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half Christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now I'm floored D's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldn't flush I'm fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary J my life I'm goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga I'm for real they just rappin mane
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
I'm New York cities pharaoh
Ill have you starin down the barrel
You got em good get em its cool hit em

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's in it
And you can get it you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it

You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out spittin out
Hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark
Or its day time its good with me
Just cool I brought the whole hood with me
We had a Gabriel right before MTV
So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
She take a picture with me on Bet
She the new talk of the hood it's PCP
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and have got this shit vice gripped

When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you

'Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's in it
And you can get it you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it
I got locked with a coupla jerks in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
In came Jah to perform his works in the
Rock 'n' roll toilet

I got wedged with a coupla clones in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
With eggs as smooth as polished stones in the
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Rock 'n' roll toilet's my alibi, my lullaby, my sacrify
Rock 'n' roll toilet's my pair of boots, my only chutes, my
Open wounds, yeah

I got wedged with a couple of dudes in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
I'd rather just sit and imagine my food in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Look at the beautiful patterns that form on the wall
Stick out your finger to trace them just look at them all
Look at the beautiful patterns that form on the wall
Stick out your finger to trace them just look at them all

Look at them all (look at them all)
Yeah, look at them all (look at them all)

Oooow, there's no truth in a telephone booth or a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
There's no way in a, no decay in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
 
I'd rather die than get an honest job, 
I'm gonna rock 'n' roll till the toilet clog

Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Yeah
This ain't nothing but hard work
And what you can get from it
Ain't no toilet paper
But this smell like the shit don't it?
Smoking chronic and drinking pints
Till we get sick stomachs
And them suckers ain't gotta like it
Cause your bitch love it
I'm a roll it she gon light it, 
She tell me she in desperate need of a pilot
I told her kick her feet up
We gon go to the crib
Soon as I roll this weed up
Call some friends of yours and we gon all have a smoke out
You ain't gotta hold it too long
This is rapper weed
Couple hits is all you go need
I got locked with a coupla jerks in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
In came Jah to perform his works in the
Rock 'n' roll toilet

I got wedged with a coupla clones in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
With eggs as smooth as polished stones in the
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Rock 'n' roll toilet's my alibi, my lullaby, my sacrify
Rock 'n' roll toilet's my pair of boots, my only chutes, my
Open wounds, yeah

I got wedged with a couple of dudes in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
I'd rather just sit and imagine my food in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Look at the beautiful patterns that form on the wall
Stick out your finger to trace them just look at them all
Look at the beautiful patterns that form on the wall
Stick out your finger to trace them just look at them all

Look at them all (look at them all)
Yeah, look at them all (look at them all)

Ow, there's no truth in a telephone booth or a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
There's no way in a, no decay in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
 
I'd rather die than get an honest job, 
I'm gonna rock 'n' roll till the toilet clog

Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Yeah
Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain't gotta tell your friend
That I eat it in the morning
'Cause she gonna say, "I know"
Can I hit it in the bathroom?
Put your hands on the toilet
I'll put one leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move
I just don't know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain't nothin' like your last dude
What's his name?
I WENT UP FOR MY INTERVIEW ON THE 4TH DAY OF July
THE PERSONNEL MAN HE QUESTIONED ME, UNTIL I NEARLY CRIED
MADE ME FILL IN FORMS, UNTIL I SHOOK WITH FEAR
ABOUT THE COLOUR OF MY TOILET ROLL AND IF MY COUSIN'S QUEER.

HERE'S YOUR GOLD WATCH AND THE SHACKLES FOR YOUR CHAINS
AND YOUR PIECE OF PAPER, TO SAY YOU LEFT HERE SANE
AND IF YOU'VE A SON WHO WANTS A GOOD CAREER
JUST GET HIM TO SIGN ON THE DOTTED LINE AND WORK FOR 20 YEARS

HE ASKED ME HOW MANY JOBS I'D HAD BEFORE
HE NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK WHEN I ANSWERED FOUR
FOUR JOBS OF 20 YEARS OR MORE, THIS CAN NEVER BE
WE ONLY TAKE ON MEN, WHO WORK ON UNTIL THEY DIE

HERE'S YOUR GOLD WATCH AND THE SHACKLES FOR YOUR CHAINS
AND YOUR PIECE OF PAPER, TO SAY YOU LEFT HERE SANE
AND IF YOU'VE A SON WHO WANTS A GOOD CAREER
JUST GET HIM TO SIGN ON THE DOTTED LINE AND WORK FOR 20 YEARS

HE TOOK ME OUTSIDE TO WHERE THE GRAVESTONES STAND IN LINE
THIS IS WHERE WE BURY THEM, IN QUICKSTONE AND IN LIME
AND IF YOU'RE GOING TO WORK FOR US, THIS YOU MUST AGREE
THAT IF YOU'RE GOING TO DIE, PLEASE DO IT DURING TEA â??
Slim Shady 
Slim Shady 
Slim Shady 

Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, 'til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches
Hit a fucking pregnant bitch in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out or back out
I'm looking for someone ug' to beat the crap out
I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers
To flip you off in French then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim motherfuckin' Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls 
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful
'Cause now I got a impulse again to insult you with a pencil (bitch)
They wasted paper on you, chopping down a oak wood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cutting
You motherfuckers are putting your words together for nothing

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim motherfuckin' Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy (Slim Shady)
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want?
Yeah
Whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
Bare-faced just like I'm Lil Critter
Body snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelers, gravediggers, snake niggas
Ain't nobody safe, nigga
Meet me at the nearest coke spot
Middle of the slums, standin' at the boat dock
Loadin' up the cash, move it in the U-Haul
Went inside my bag, went and took a roof off
Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash money
Smashin' in a Demon, still'll smash a European
Gold-diggin' bitches, you can't tell a nigga shit
He just got his first wish, can't tell these lil' niggas shit
Tryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hit
Livin' in the trenches, it's survival of the fittest
Thirty milligrams, niggas rather take the fent'
Niggas got it out the mud, it's codeine when you piss
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit

That shit don't pop in the hood, man
You talkin' about the grimy nigga in the hood?
We'll begin with a song called "What The Road
Ladies Do To You" This is a story
About what happens when you go out on the
Road and you get some hot nooky
And then a few days later you get a
Surprise when you go to the toilet
Your pee-pee hurts and uh, we ain't going
For that are you ready, George? Right
Hit it!
Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high through the garbage-pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
I just got signed

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge and the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job...honey

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

That's why
I pay no mind
Come, my little friends
As we all sing a happy little working song
Merry little voices clear and strong
Come and roll your sleeves up
So to speak, and pitch in
Cleaning crud up in the kitchen
As we sing along

Trill a cheery tune in the tub
As we scrub a stubborn mildew stain
Pluck a hairball from the shower drain
To that gay refrain of a happy working song

We'll keep singing without fail
Otherwise we'd spoil it
Hosing down the garbage pail
And scrubbing up the toilet, ooh

How we all enjoy letting loose
With a little la-da-dum-dum-dum
While we're emptying the vacuum up
It's such fun to hum a happy working song
Ooh, a happy working song

Oh, how strange a place to be
'Til Edward comes for me
My heart is sighing
Still, as long as I am here
I guess a new experience
Could be worth trying
Hey, keep trying

You can do a lot when you got
Such a happy working tune to hum
While you're sponging up the soapy scum
We adore each filthy chore that we determine
So friends, even though you're vermin
We're a happy working throng

Singing as we fetch the detergent box
For the smelly shirts and the stinky socks
Sing along, if you cannot sing, then hum along
As we're finishing our happy working song

Ah, wasn't this fun?
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even roll my bed and change my name, we

We all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIPs with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a rum dealer on speed dial

Hey (hey), I wanna be a rockstar
(Hey)

Gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Sing those songs that offend the censors
Popping my pills from a pez dispenser
Rockstars don't do mornings
Get washed up sailors writing all our songs
Get washed up sailors writing all our songs
Lipsync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
We'll sing them dusk 'til morning, we

We all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIPs with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a rum dealer on speed dial

Hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Everybody's got a rum dealer on speed dial
Hey (hey), I wanna be a rockstar
Ah, the itchy flakes, it is inflaming
To the gels and creams, it is pertaining
To a fungus mold is my injection
Hope it's only a, a yeast infection

Only hurts when I
Hurts when I pee
Oh well, it hurts when I
Hurts when I sing

Now I vomit cum and diarrhea
On the tile floor like oatmeal pizza
With a toilet bowl full of a cloudy pus
I feel my blood becoming chowder rust

Only hurts when I
Hurts when I pee
Oh well, it hurts when I
Hurts when I sing

Roll into my bed, which does consist of
Lice, bugs, and fleas, and yellow mucus
Stained dirt Vaseline, toe jam and booger
Stomach acid worms that dance in sugared sludge
Who is that band the're been raving about'
Who is that band selling all the girls out'
They've turned the music bus'ness inside out
What is their name' It's on the tip of my tongue
You know the ones you must have heard the song
It's played a racket all day long

The critics acclaimed 'em said you boys are the end
You're gonna take over from our last weeks trends
You're gonna be huge once your advance to spend
Sonny watch your money cause now baby you're in rock 'n' roll

Well nobody's has heard' em till an hour ago
Well now they're livin' out on Malibu Beach
They got luxury homes and toilets with phones
But a knighthood is still out of reach
It can't be bad I've heard the woman are rife
Hope they ain't dump though and get sued by a wife
And end up paying for the rest of their life

Sonny watch your money cause now baby you're in rock 'n' roll
Sonny watch your money cause now baby you're in rock 'n' roll
Sonny watch your money cause now baby you're in rock 'n' roll
I'm the shit, need a toilet
Fuck is up, can't call it hello, I'm ballin'
Cook it, chop it, bag it, I'm ballin'
I'm the shit, need a toilet
Fuck is up, can't call it hello, I'm ballin'
Cook it, chop it, bag it, I'm ballin'
Hello, I'm ballin' i'm ballin
Hello, I'm ballin'
Cook it, chop it, bag it, I'm ballin'
I'm ballin hello, I'm ballin'
Hello, I'm ballin'
Cook it, chop it, bag it, I'm ballin'
Get attached to a rolling stone 
And yr libel to get crushed. 
Yr better off to sit at home 
And watch the toilet flush.
Hov's a Blackberry Bold
Shawty is a Sidekick
She used to have a man
I used to have a side chick
Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off
Got rid of him they both took the shit hard
Shawty played the piano me I play the white keys
Shawty from the south, oh, I think she like me
Shawty like Pac, me Big Poppa
Screaming hit 'em up, I'm screaming who shot ya
I'm on that red wine, shawty like white
Same shit different toilet
We both getting nice
Me I'm from the apple which means I'm the Mac
She's a P-C, she lives in my lap

Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Venus versus Mars

Whether Black or white we both like Mike
We both like Jordan's, we both feels Knight's
When I finish breakfast, shawty's out for lunch
Yeah we both eating its better than brunch
Shawty like Pepsi, me I'm da Coke Man
Body like a coke bottle, I crush her like a Coke can
Started at the window, then the bedroom wall
The Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off
Then I salt and pepper back, shawty like the front
The Bonnie to my Clyde
Both riding shotgun,
Both covered in gold like C3PO
James and Florida Evans let the good times roll

Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Venus versus Mars

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater
We were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince
Thought she was Adrian, it's been Rocky ever since
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro's
Took my whole flavor, I call her Coke zero
We were Co-M-V-P's like Kobe and Shaq,
Left me for the Heat
We were winning back to back
Said I partied too much, shawty got fed up
Shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up
We used to make out, kissing each others face off
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off

Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Da, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
But Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in
Venus versus Mars
The same niggas probably told you
That the gang would fail
But they wrong cause my pack better than ever
I'm jet setting whenever I want and

Countin' money while my bitches sleep
Countin' money 'til my niggas eat
Countin' money while my bitches sleep
Countin' money 'til my niggas eat

Master craftsman, paper stacking
The scent of jasmine on the bed
She's baby napping
She's been working hard, let her sleep
I made it rain on her all night
She only get wet for G's
Yeah I be, example of, manning up
Standing up
Not setting for that ho shit, smashing 'em
What's happening bruh? Same shit but
The toilet bowl gold
Royal flush in my royal blue Rolls rolling up
Something out of old
Or the double S riding slow
Mind open but my eyes low
Focused on the only goal
If I want it, I'ma donk it you know

Countin' money while my bitches sleep
Countin' money 'til my niggas eat
Countin' money while my bitches sleep
Countin' money 'til my niggas eat
[chorus]
And I ride, and I'm high
Got my drink, roll my weed
While I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Where ever that change go, this gang go
So talk if they lame, the hoes on it
They want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car
Wont you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car

[Wiz Khalifa]
My car match what year it is
It's hard not to hear the shit
Just know I'm gone no matter what year I'm in
Eyes closed when I'm steerin', blowin' O's out the window
Suede on the floor, doors plus the ceiling
And I keep it clean
Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe they feet
Go over a few things then I'ma light this weed
Don't want no burn marks sweetheart
So hang it out the window
If you gotta fuck up once I get you outta here
Uh, I'm talkin' loud pipes and rally stripes
So much paper I mistake and have to count it twice

Yellow car come out at night, all the hoes be into it
Remote control start and that bitch runnin' when I get to it
Watch yo bitches run up 'til they get to it
And girl there's only one you ain't gon' get two of it
So ride wit' the nigga gettin' high, sittin' 22 inches fly
Who the shit

[chorus]

[Juicy J]
Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch
Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never empty
I'm high and always tipsy, ecstasy there plenty
Model chick, stripper bitch, I be fuckin' many
Ery car paid cash, I don't pay no lease fed
But I get my dick sucked, Monica Lewinsky
Y'all niggas the toilet bowl, I do all the shittin'
Lamborghini flyin' doors, gone wit' the wings in
I pop a lotta pills, I pop a lotta seals
I pop a lotta pussy niggas that are not real
When you see my jewelry game, you gon' get the chills
Got hoes like Hilary and smoke like Bill

[chorus]

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