Lyrics:
an asshole
Want to put a rope around
My neck like a lasso
Rain’s coming, clouds rolling over head
Words pouring from my head
Be a warrior ‘til I’m dead
But I
It's hard to believe
That such medieval freaks still could exist
But you asshole you are the proof
That we’re truly doomed.
Do you hear me?
I
this asshole off the beach
Yep
Tie up his laces (yeah)
Move to the dumpster
Someone's twitchin' on the floor (what are you)
Two-four out the door
hit me like a flash
What if high school went away instead?
Those assholes are the key
They're keeping you away from me
They made you blind, messed
on the phone
So lift your hands to the orange sky
Throwing up the bird sign
And I'll drive like an asshole
Direct for the old 85
Though our time is
trust another bitch
Baby, if you closed your eyes
You'd realize that you are such an asshole
All the times I tried to be so careful
Tip toeing
were taught
No one cares anymore
Years of warnings gone to waste so an asshole could get a taste
And he’s the one we exalt
We won’t be wronged
a night owl
Fuck a lockdown, we outside now
(Ah) I'm an asshole
I'm a bad kid
I'ma need some bad hoes
(Ah) fuck a thot throat
I got ketchup on my
don't get mad though
I'm not an asshole (I am)
You're in my lane bitch
I'm gonna pass though
Dishing out hot shit
You're just a casserole
Baby you're that
everybody just to fuck off
My agent's so convincing all the assholes
All they ever do is make you stressful
They do, they do, they do
We needin' birds fly
"objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up just for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?"
"Well,
think you can fake it boy you'se an asshole
If you could take me out what's stopping ya
I'll pull out the nina go pop pop pop yeah
I'm giving you
You are no good
You are a fucking asshole
You are a real jerk
You are a miserable creep
Kill whitey
Kill whitey
Kill whitey
Kill whitey
gon' be through (buck)
Ayy, bad hoes, I need my bitches in two (two)
Ayy, I'ma asshole 'cause as soon as I fuck then I'm through (I'm through, bitch)
Malgré le beau temps et la pluie
Le temps avait rongé mes os
Moi aussi j'attendais Godot
J'craignais que cet asshole porte mes bottes
Après ma mort but he
to light
I'm really not that asshole that I was last night
I tend to mess up every good thing in my life, oh
I'll make it up to you somehow
So, let me
Ma certe volte non capisco niente
Detto questo vorrei dirti che
Io non sopporto neanche me
Fuck you asshole
Momma took the phone at my handy go
Momma break her knee goddamn woe
Momma used to beat my black asshole
Cigarette stains playing my shit
Happy go
look like a asshole
It's hard for me to tweak, 'cause you don't give a fuck
They say, "You ugly, Michael Christmas," well, that's just my luck
I'm
but where they at though?
I just fucked it up at Saks, man I'm a asshole
One thing I never joke about and that's my cash flow
And you the type we
Tired of them comments, sayin' I look like so-and-so (oh, really?)
But these rap cats will never reach me, like my phone is broke
Assholes sniffin'
a fucking asshole
I fucking hate you
I ain't changed so much
I miss when it was just about me and you
Now hold on to shit is mischievous
All these
I was the king of the castle
With you by my side
Left you alone for the battle
I was gone when you cried
Never though I'll be the asshole
Who
(Ey) (oh shit)
Hey, what the fuck?
Fuckin' asshole
¿Dónde está mi pinche dinero?
Vete a la verga
'Tás bien pendejo, ¿me estabas hablando
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