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Lapdance Lyrics - Artist : idontknowjeffery
Alright you want me to blow up?
You want me to blow up I got you, uh Yeah, I know- I know what I gotta do Ready to blow up right now Pass me that C4, I'll blow up Yeah I wrap myself in dynamite like I'm tryna die tonight Yeah they kicked me out the afterlife cause they found a pocket knife I can't wait to fuck myself tonight just like hermaphrodite She selling pussy online, she shipping overnight Yes sir My music out here starting shit I'll cause an argument Nigga I don't need no compliment I'm already confident Since the world is on my dick again I'ma fuck a continent I'm in Jimmy John's with no money just eating condiments Call the sherrif nigga Jeffery standing on our lawn again Why's he in our yard again, wearing dad's cardigan 4: 30 in Arlington, we still partying Name one nigga harder than Nigga you don't even know where to begin Doctor Jefferey spit the truth and shit and get crucifixed I think I want a stupid bitch to split rophy's with A yo I'm innocent I go to dinner with a Tinder bitch This an experiment I put my ear in it Yeah I'm walking like I'm wounded look at Jeffery stumble Americano, out in Europe fucking hoes on Bumble Shorty you know I'm a stunna, what's your fuckin' number? Now we eating Benihana's, smokin' dope and bumpin' Gunna I'm playing with these bitches man I just don't give a damn I'm cleaning out my bank account out again, Spic and Span Bitch so fuckin' nasty she got banned from OnlyFans Grown ass man, smokin' dope and sag pants Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance Know I got them bands baby holla at ya' mans Yeah I'ma cop a lap dance That bitch is trashy and I'm a trash can My bitch a dancer but she don't tap dance Yo, who tryna fuck a black man? Boy I ain't fell off I fell off the wagon I'm in yo' crib I'm in yo' medicine cabinet (damn) Now you got some pills that I ain't got quit braggin' My stripper bitch she get them racks, I get a fraction I'm bumpin' Mack-10 smokin' a wax pen I know the ice thin, but I'm stomping on it Ain't it? Grown ass man, still sag pants Extra money on me, hold up hold up Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance Know I got them bands, come and holla at ya' mans |
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