lyrics
Yes, I'm late, CP, Chronic Puff Puff
I shouldn't came, all these boys look a joke, joke
It's ten o' clock, why haven't we started?
I need the beat to get retarded...
I am not a hero. I'm just a white girl looking to wobble low
I wanna shake right here, swing my bootie hole
Find the flyest mutha' fucka' with the cornrows
Leg up, slide it vertical, rawr, rawr
Paprazzi, take a picture, I'm Gaga
Make the other girls gag because I told ya'...
Don't care 'bout ya' riches
You better pay me in inches
Don't care bout ya' bitches
You gon' pay me in inches
Don't know if Mentioned?
That you can pay me in inches
Here's your new mission
Deliver me eight inches
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7- 8
You can't buy me drinks? You can't buy me gas?
You can't dance for shit? Okay, I'm over it...
...I'm not shallow, I just want you to hit bottom
Bottom, I'll be, for the right dick, thick, cut
I came to partay and that might mean a forty
Damn, you can't even buy me a Mickeys?
Fuck it, fuck me, lay pipe homie
I wanna dance with eight inches of pepperoni
I'll make my ass drop... if whatcha' talkin' 'bout...
is congruent with my plans to ride it nonstop
I'll go to your place, skip the tour, bedroom?
I wanna get mine, you more than free to get yours
Let's begin. You need to take ya' clothes off.
Lights out, I'm behind you, holding on, see...
I am a thief, stick 'em up, yeah, the dick too
Don't turn this rape into a murder, just kidding, boo
credits
from
Body of Work,
released December 12, 2012
© The House of Augustine, 2012.
Produced, Arranged, Composed, Performed and Engineered by S. Poole.
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