| I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin' |
| Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt chin |
| Calling all party animals, get on the floor |
| When I pop up on some Whack-A-Mole shit |
| In search of a chick who stacked them so thick |
| And implants are so big |
| She can hang me up on that rack, big ol' tits |
| Like Anna Nicole Smith |
| Bodies bananas and sass to go wit' |
| I spot you at first glance and go, "shit" |
| You wearin' those pants that don't fit |
| That butt won't ever give up |
| That's why you stick it out no matter what |
| 'Cause you got an ass that won't quit |
| So, get on the horn, my saxophone |
| Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow |
| You just laugh and go heehee |
| 'Cause you're just as nasty so that's appropriate |
| That's why |
| I'm lookin' at your tight rear like a sightseer |
| Your booty is heavy duty, like diarrhea |
| The plan's to bring you to my house |
| You're drinkin' Jack and Beam |
| I'm thinking soon as trampolines so we should bounce |
| But you're out of your two-top if you're thinking that 'mi casa es su casa' |
| Yeah, you're a cute fox |
| Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk |
| Girl, you're smoking like Snoop Dogg |
| But you most be token if you think you're taking over my quarters |
| There goes the diamonds and the jukebox |
| Two shots, a blue hypnotic and soon I'll |
| Turn this brooha to a barroom brawl |
| So hit scratch on the break like the cue ball |
| Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox |
| And excuse the locker room talk, I'm just too raw |
| But apparently, so are you, ma |
| 'Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off |
| And that's why |
| Can I take you home, where we can be alone |
| Shawty, you the shit |
| Girl, I ordered you to sit |
| I know you're probably feeling me more than you admit |
| Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink |
| I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink |
| From the bottom to the top, floor to ceiling |
| You ain't run of the mill, you're one in a million |
| 'Cause real tits are still fun |
| But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones |
| So come and spend the night with the guy most terrified of |
| But tonight, curiosity overrides ya |
| Besides ya (I love) |
| www.lirik31.com |
| Like a stunter pistol |
| Crystal and slides huns, tonight I'm your pilot |
| 'Cause you should be up in the sky, girl, you're so fucking fly |
| You belong in the mile high club |
| So come on baby, the night's young |
| Don't string me along, I'm heartstrung |
| We might wind it up, unbound like we're trying for Cy Young |
| Fuckin' 'fore we get to the house, screwin' our brains out |
| Like changing a lightbulb |
| That's why I like ya, 'cause I'm crazy just like ya |
| Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up |
| I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindfuck |
| So ready, set, aim, and fire |
| Yes babe, I'm fallin' in likeness kinda |
| But I love |
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