From First To Last - Dead Baby Kickball Testo
Testo From First To Last - Dead Baby Kickball
Girl, you must think that I'm crazy, but we all know you's a cutie, and you're all like, "nuh-uh, boys don't wanna be with me" Girl, please I can see right through those fake colored contacts; your eyes ain't blue, I bet that hair's held by glue Hey, shorty, why you playing games to scared to play, the rules were made, to drop these names, and now you got nothing to say It's like that episode of cheaters, and I'm the dude with the gun, hiding cameras in your bedroom Girl, I know what you've done; I might be your baby's daddy, but that don't mean shit when every dude on the block knows that you're a trick Hey, shorty, why you playing games to scared to play, the rules were made, to drop these names, and now you got nothing to say Uh, I'm not a rock star, but I still tend to rock hard You try to play games, tease and try to keep me rock hard, try to make me slap you and see me in a cop car, catch me speeding in stock cars, expecting me to stop hard You playing with the mind of the craziest kind, telling me how much you love me when I know that you're lying; you must be snorting lines if you think that I'm crying You manipulating backstabbing cold and kaniving, I went from last to first but this is first to last I'm the major league player, you can kiss my ass, trick Drop it like it's hot! Shake it like a salt shaker Hot! Shake it like a salt shaker Hot! Shake it like a salt shaker Hot! Shake it like a salt shaker Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you.
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