Need some Roxussy
Wolf head quick
I’m not a furry
But she can get on this dick
The grip of 87 (like)
Dead Purple Guy Children
p#ss# got more bite than the
83 Victim
Family Guy I’m Peter
Brian Dog Funny
Family Guy I’m Peter
Stacking Up this Money
On the road again
Blaring out the Weezer
On the road again
Really wanting pizza
Russy got me more dead than Margaret Thatcher
God won’t forgive me for my sins when i see the rapture
I’m like, yeah, she’s fine
Wonder when she’ll be mine
She walk past, I press rewind
To see that #ss one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Uh and I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Uh aye, yeah baby
Got New shoes, looking fresh and cool
White Vans on and I’m going to school (learning)
But a man comes by with a camera in hand
Points at me and yells “god damn!”
This sh#t happens for several days
Might switch shoes, have to change my ways
But my drip so cold I can’t make the decision
Damn Daniel! Yeah they just keep insisting (Zoink)
I’m so fresh and I’m so submissive
Waiting to be bred so I go to the kitchen (sex)
You may be dominant but you’re not fertile
You a lil b#tch, Mind slower than a turtle
Fart on command, Yeah that’s real
But when you fart on a man, that’s no damn deal
You can’t do that, not in the house
You’re a wanted criminal now, so get the f#ck out (GD In)
Aye aye
Trump shoulda freed Larry, f#ck is wrong with dude?
Oh, you say you GDK? f#ck is wrong with you?
He said, “‘Cause you GDN, I can’t do no song with you
And if the BD’s found out, they gonna put me on the nеws”
I’m like, “Shut the f#ck up, b#tch, stop picking sides”
I’m so GD, you can see it in my еyes
Lately, they been seeing the G’s on the rise
If they told you something about me, they telling lies
I know some GD’s from out West, they block be lit as f#ck
I know some GD’s from out South, they hop out, blick it up
I got a GD b#tch from up North, that b#tch thick as f#ck
And I got a GD b#tch from over East that’ll stick you up
I like Maserati’s ’cause it got G’s on it
Put some bread on your head, yeah, I put G’s on it
Yeah, the job Gon’ get done if them G’s on it
I know it hurt to open the door and see G’s, don’t it?
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