My Momma talk up to me Tried to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her Cause my head is like a sieve My daddy, he disowned me Cause I wear my sisters clothes He caught me in the bathroom With a pair of pantyhose My basketball coach You dont kick me off the team For wearing high heels sneakers Cause Im acting like a queen Gonna tie my pecker to a tree To a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree (Gonna tie his pecker to a tree) Get your boogie on Go Head The world is coming to an end and I dont even care As long as I have my bitch Oh and my flight gear It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny Cause I'm a big rock star, and Im makn lots of money Money Money Money (Are you talking Pesos?) Money Money Kaching Kaching Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Lots of money Lots of money Lots of money (I'm so bloody rich) Lots of money Lots of motherfuckn money I get looks Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha I own shopping centers And parking lots And stocks, and all that shit Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha I own you Ha You too You three For me He He Oh Oh Get your groove on Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower More groovn Slow that shit down crazy slow Come on Death Right here Slow Come on Don't give a fuck Back it out Even though Boy George is on heroin We don't give a fuck Rick James is in the crack house I'm fuckn payn, and that's all that matters Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha The firm Is a fuckn in the house Come on! Gimme some Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com