Lyrics:
less than five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give that a ten for size.
That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine
a trip to L.A.
Watchin' girls in the air can really get you bad
And I'll bet the laughin' lady makes you laugh like mad
Let's pick up our friends and do
a trip to L.A.
Watchin' girls in the air can really get you bad
And I'll bet the laughin' lady makes you laugh like mad
Let's pick up our friends and do
open again
The ecstatic waters laugh because
Their cries are sweet and strange
Through their ancestral patterns dance
And the brute dolphins plunge
tryna counteract, the Methylphenidate
Used to laugh when I said it made my belly ache
My belly ached everyday, yo it never changed
Uh, I wasn't ready
her in half
Lick up one side and down the other
Always makes her laugh
She take me down, down, down to the bottom
I got everything you wanted
married my mama
I was in her belly, you hurried that Summer
She had two kids from a previous mister
One family, I don't believe in half-sisters
Never
Turn the wheels up
Real tough
Drinkin' lemonade in the shade
Getting blade with a gang of pilgrims
Yeah, just like that
Belly floppin' lockin'
her in half
Lick up one side and down the other
Always makes her laugh
She take me down, down, down to the bottom
I got everything you wanted
whoopin'
'Cause the way you lookin' makes me helium laugh
Even a grad student tryna be prudent will get tossed even as trash
Top of the morning to you
Oh
and forth
My knees buckle I laugh so hard
We might end three sheets to wind
And who knows where we'll wind up
All I know is there's a car waiting
the vibe
I pull back to stare at your eyes
Sittin' there quiet like I'm hypnotized
We kiss a little more, laugh and smile
Might even share a lollipop,
welsh Rimbaud
You'd laugh to see the monograms they make of you
Ah, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight fair
Let us throw old bottles
of mine
And all them little scandals that a small
Town just can't seem to leave alone
Later on we'll sit around, bellies tight
From supper
Tellin'
vanity, you believe
Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight,
`Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,
So the petite the baby blows you away in
match
Gucci low flats with a tough top
Money nuff, the coil thicker than a blood clot
Cuh yah no, 'pon me belly with a clutch back
When a bad song,
And they laugh at this fool of a man
Through the stone fortress windows
And the bell tolls on
(unclean)
And many deaths and many days later
Many
take a buddha spot
Dread better take me to the pot
Ain't no killer I just shoot a lot
I ain't no boxer I just punch a lot
Jabbing niggas in they belly's
listen
Mama on drugs, gettin' high up in the kitchen
Bringin' home men at different hours of the night
Startin' with some laughs, usually endin' in
doing, doing
The way she moves, she's like a belly-dancer
She's shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams, I
Think someone's at the door but I don't
one more time
Do you hear that laugh spill across the dance floor?
Will you sing me a song one more time?
Steak on the table at longhorn drive
yuh gyal a who a laugh now
Gyal a gimmi head dunce Class clown
Dem a give it up cuz dem want clout
Me have Gyal from all bout
Bruk it dung inna mi
ting is you get spun like yoyo
Manaman you done you dun know
Cause I'm picking apart your arsenal
Welcome to the belly of the beast
It's hell out here
Stunna vil crazy
We nail dem
We Nail dem dung suh
As dem violate we nail dem
To how we lef ends flat
Is like we pave dem dung
Belly buss shot
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