of those girls, you know they sure look well A Every girl I see are looking good to me Every girl I see are looking good to me A And the girl I see
bumpin but I need the volume higher Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them Every time
think it's tragic I think he's magic He makes every day a happy carnival Life is a circus Nothin' can hurt us We'll turn every frown we see Into a smile
Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled
off timed and grimey I know where I'm from and I told ya before North of America hard to ignore every time I go away I tell them for sure I'm from Canada
a reason and you never hit it right thats why i'm snatchin your girl she calls me mr. drummin cuz different strokes rule the world i got a thirst for
bumpin' but I need the volume higher 'Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them Every time
I was hangin' with my buddies at the no-tell motel bar Solvin' every problem in the world with a drink and an imitation cuban cigar. When in walked an
on, you make it sound like I'm a little ho Yo, let me tell you somethin', buddy I really don't know Oh, I get it, now I see I really don't know After
not to follow which they is filthy Been tokin' marijuana smokin forty ounce I never was a hoodlum but I must admit I knew em' Forget where I came from, I know I
' me de lip, lead me to infer a subterior motivatium! Harry: (singing) I want a nun! I want a nun! I want a burro, In the frosty light! Thing-fish:
no to you Terry: Good man. So Buddy will teach you girls a song. Daisy: Oh, I'm a quick learner! Terry: Great! My kind of girl Violet: I'm afraid
it's tragic I think he's magic He makes every day a happy carnival Life is a circus Nothin' can hurt us We'll turn every frown we see Into a smile And
been this so I gotta get the loot You see that, when I walk in the club every nigger trying to sick up my turf You see that? I ain't trying to get him
time why Why do I ask myself why? One day I'm gonna be dead and gone And miss all the things I love and adore I know it hurts but I'll see you there One
De way you's givin' me de lip, lead me to infer a subterior motivatium! Harry: (singing) I WANT A NUN! I WANT A NUN! I WANT A BURRO, IN THE FROSTY LIGHT
