Lyrics:
Last chance for romance
Grab your favorite stripper by the hand
And tell her to make this money
Booty Bounce, Booty Bounce
I like the way she make
her screamin it twice it sound real nice to hear daddy daddy
You can be my baby girl know this advice you get it for free
Others they payin a fee, so I
(My gees call me metro, ba-by)
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ayayaya
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ayayaya
It is a natural something if I want to touch
Cause liking your
Last chance for romance
Grab your favorite stripper by the hand
And tell her to make this money
Booty Bounce, Booty Bounce
I like the way she make
a city full of scum,
full of knackers, full of bums"
Says Connor from Blackrock
Who by the way is posh
& got caught
With his face in daddy's jocks
Sucking
I met this pretty lady
Very long time ago
When owu dey samah me
Na she dey by side
She go tell me baby no worry at all
Me and you together the better
(Ain't no shade by the way)
Took you 10 minutes to make my ass
30 years and 5 months just to find yo ass
As a youngan My life was dumb bummie
You are listening to another Allday Chubby Boy mixtape
Hosted by none other than me, Allday Chubby Boy
I ain't been to Tokyo, I never been
“MR. HANDSOME”
(WRITTEN BY R.O.M.A.N.”
(INTRO)
Mr. Handsome back, Mr. Handsome back, Mr. Handsome back
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
(CHORUS)
mo nfi yan gan)
Say your prayer point
Cos Oluwa blessing na turn by turn
Say your prayer point
Chineke blessing na turn by turn
Say your prayer point
mo nfi yan gan)
Say your prayer point
Cos Oluwa blessing na turn by turn
Say your prayer point
Chinekeooolessing na turn by turn
Say your prayer point
balogun dodo
Ah ya yeah ah
I go by by by
I go by by by
Gbe sunmo daddy
Bad gurl gimme the body
Gimme the body
And i go spend you the money
Jah jah jah jah
never play myself
Base on hope
I hold my hope
To take me ontop
Talk too cheap
That's why me no Dey talk
My daddy pass out
Everywhere Dey rough
I no see
Ojo lon ro yi o yi o otutu tunti
De o de o de o o mo wa lori bed
Mo da aso bora o mon ronu e o
Just dey think about you baby
I don close all my
Kεji mi kwε mli you got it unlock
Looks make I turn up
When she cooks God
Book lover and more
You’re too much the boy
Bɔni o’walki to daddy dey make I
like
I wanna make you mine for life
You get something i like
hope say you feel the vibe
Yεnyε ma ninkyε o
Yεnyε ma ninkye o
Yεnyε ma ninkye o
Odɔ saa
his nose
And Daddy's only happy when he's wearing Mama's pantyhose, yeah
I just lost my job to a God damn robot (Good times!)
Then my dog got in
I was nine years old when daddy first touched me
At 15 I ran away and never stopped running
I met a man who took me in 'cuz I was pretty though
He
the Kodachrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple
Revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole
one cares
And I stood by
As red as blood and as white as snow
Daddy come home, he don't care to know
Mama - mama cooked him a meal
And I had to cry. I
thoughts I got a dick for brains (daddy)
Same o' story same o' routine
Same ear fuck same o' bafiend
Same o' player same o' ass ways
Same o' number back
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
well, daddy-o was rich, mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in between
Behind his silent scream, Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape
He was
Shawty she a foreign so exotic like a Lambo
She know she a baddie she be flexin' on the gram-o
Got dudes in her dm's poppin' nowhere like they Rambo
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