Lyrics:
Fuck it
bout to get your wig split or maybe kick the bucket
im not really the one that your should fuck with
fuck it
bout to get your wig split
want to be a platinum blonde
Be a platinum blonde
Yeah I even tried wearing a wig for a while
It was the right colour, but not the right style
gave, was the sect of the swine
When the bible, it condemns the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban, but
used to make advance to my lady form
Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)
Ok, slap a meadow punk with a fine
I flip this only
Visit them states near them great Michigan lakes
And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a bird outta flip a bird switch up my plates
I got
Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. I
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united
tellin' what I might do
You want to flip it over?
you blast my wig with those clinks
And I got to catch my forty winks
So milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Now noise of the riveter rocks, don't
Just now I see it so clear
Total shift in the unconscious
When at the start it seems like fates
Have set it up like so much magic
Just a ruse
to America, just hit me up
'Cause this is crazy love, I'll catch you on the flip side
If you come back to California, you should just hit me up
We'll do
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip flop
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
flip flop
I've got these arms & legs that flipflop
my wig with those clinks
And I got to catch my forty winks
So milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet
Now noise of the riveter rocks, don't mind it
gave, was the sect of the swine
When the bible, it condemns the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban, but
On the bandstand croon
September Song, Memphis in June
While they're beating the devil out of a guy who's wearing a flaming red wig
I been to Babylon
I gotta
See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum
Wig's dig this, the fuckin'
Cah me seh jump up, clap unnuh hand and siddung
Get up again and wig out mek everybody flip out unnuh fi carry on
She get tired and wan chillout, all
and blue to match my sneakers (yeah)
I get loose, swear on my name like Shih-Tzus
Flip truth like Cliff Booth when he whipped Bruce
CZARFACE
Here
had never heard
That made him all shudder inside when she said
Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man
Wam bam bam, gonna get you if I can
Wig-wam bam,
shithole with a new whip
Cream on top and I'd approve it
Pack it, box it, flip it, top it
(Pack it, box it, flip it, top it)
Pack it, box it, flip it,
they did some changin'
An' I stood watchin' when they started re-arrangin'
She lost her wig, she lost her arms
An' when they got through she lost all
quite control
Who walked away from you
Flip to me, I'm the centerfold
I'm gonna charm you
All night
Stick to me, I'm the centerfold
We're gonna go, oh
kiss your sweet lips
I can feel my heart go flip, flip
I'm such a fool for your charms
Take me back, baby, in your arms
Like to hear you sighin'
Shorty says she want some new things
If she deserve it give her new things
No I ain't paying for that wig shit
Why
She been messing with dem trap
Quadruple any figure quick on the trigger
Helter skelter wig out by the goodfella
Not Lou Pinella 'cause I'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenum
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