Gotta work.
♪ Clouds,
clouds have dripped down and tight now ♪
♪ Glitter on my tits,
rain stones are bright now ♪
♪ When we on this party, I ain't nobody, yeah ♪
♪ If you give me money,
I'll make a sleight of you ♪
♪ Just think of fiction,
and hide the affliction ♪
♪ Pick me up,
you're wet right now,
can't say no ♪
♪ Check me perfection, I want perfection ♪
♪ But you're hitting on my girl,
so I just gotta go ♪
♪ Won't you tell me what to cup?
I can buy it anyway ♪
♪ You know I say when to stop,
maybe it's called pay-per-play ♪
♪ When you buy me what I want,
you can have it every day ♪
♪ I look like I need my milk,
and you need to get on my way,
yeah ♪
♪ I'm the volunteer trainee,
so pay,
you know I got your name,
man ♪
♪ And my payday's on day, okay?
I'm the key to any enemy way, okay?
♪
♪ Can't quit,
yeah,
you got nothing to say,
okay?
Hey girls, let's go, get in here, dumb ♪
♪ When it comes to women,
you scared,
I'm a wereworm ♪
♪ Put them in a loop,
I don't care,
hun,
when it comes to the tape,
bitch,
I'm a rumor ♪
♪ Face on ten, you could never cock me ♪
♪ I kicked him out,
cause he's smoking all my weed ♪
♪ Body right, dollars raining on me, yeah ♪
♪ My summer clippings cause this pussy holy,
yeah ♪
♪ I'm drinking punch,
* Tim,
cause I'm on a crunch,
where's my spikes?
Need my lunch,
bitch,
I'm skinny,
skip me lunch ♪
♪ Got the blonde hair like Nacho Brady,
got the tails like Cindy,
baby,
somebody call the Brady's,
too many trannies in this bar ♪
♪ All the boys around me want a taste of solar,
I'm always looking ***y,
gotta hurt your boner ♪
♪ I tell him I'm a tranny and he says,
come over,
now I've got a chase to hangin' off my shoulder ♪
♪ Burger King shot me for my lunch,
BBS says,
don't say my punch,
I don't *,
don't need you to rub the blunt down,
Burger King,
can I get another one?
♪
♪ Hands up,
I'm scared,
needs to feel balls,
he doesn't care,
he's in love with the dolls,
he wanna take me and my friends to the mall,
but there's too many trannies to fit in his car ♪
♪ Riding with my girls,
yeah,
we the big seven,
if you want a piece of us,
we can show you some heaven,
if you get a taste,
yeah,
I know I'll have you begging,
cause I ain't no teacher,
but *** is my profession ♪
♪ My handbag by the thigh,
push my way out of all the guys,
I smoke on cuts until I die,
I'm pretty though,
I stay tight,
and in fact,
yes,
I'm laid out,
my body keeps me paid out,
my hair's getting beach-raved down,
I'm looking hot like no doubt ♪