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Adam Rothstein
Adam Rothstein
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Whose mans is this? You better be alone bro I swear to God if you're with one of these hoes Imma lose my shit, 'cause it's preposterous That a man like you could deserve those tits Is it money? Or is he really funny Does he buy all your drinks? Does he call you his bunny, nah Did he get you in for free? Are his drugs one hunnid Does he have a big dick? Are you even fuckin? Better not be West Side go crazy So turnt up, eyes be lookin' lazy Have high standards, doesn't really phase me Axe commercial, girls tryna chase me All around the world I be runnin', who knew Usain Bolt, 100 every time, dude Klay with the shot, wrist game so rude Gainin' more respect with every single rhyme, dude Lucas Roth on the beat, yo Y'all came to party, I came to preach doe Oh my G-O-D, can I get another letter Yes, please observe the C up on my sweater Aye aye, el capitan I wanna get shipwrecked with my sexy friends Your girls can tag along if they consent Y'all in for a good time, let it begin Fuck what you heard, it's what you hearin Take your hands off her ass, put 'em up to the ceiling Do you feel it? Courts adjourned, I'm appealin Now let's get it Welcome to the nightlife, all the drugs and the bitches Got a brother feeling just right in this motherfucker Bounce to this, we on that West Coast shit Now let's get it Let's get it Bring the weed and the booze Let's get it Ain't got no rules Let's get it Keep my chicks in twos Let's get it Like the way you move Let's get it And your friend looks cool Let's get it Know what we gon' do Let's get it Don't apologize if you ain't done wrong Your girl gets wet when she hears my song Daddy long, legs like a spider Eyes behind my head, if you cross, imma light ya Up like a mother fuckin' blunt, I swear You got more problems than that pretty girl has hair Talkin downstairs, where the junk collects Where the house ghost roams and you first had sex You know it's true, you a nasty dude Only put on a mask when a girl comes through, not cool Hit you again with the truth You's a punk ass bitch and your squad is too Got your girl flyin' in to see me from LV, that's real G We get pretty fuckin' kinky She'll come back with some tricks you ain't seen We go on and on like a mother fuckin' slinky Ohhh, what you gonna do bruh You be stagnant, I be makin' moves Yeah, I hit it, hit it, from the back, caboose Yeah, best carry on and never let her loose Yeah, I'm on top of the world Globe trottin', ain't gonna lie, shit's absurd And I'm a man of my word When i tell you I'm the man, that just occurred That just occurred, that just occurred I'm a man of my word When i tell you I'm the man, that just occurred Fuck what you heard, it's what you hearin Take your hands off her ass, put 'em up to the ceiling Do you feel it? Courts adjourned, I'm appealin Now let's get it Welcome to the nightlife, all the drugs and the bitches Got a brother feeling just right in this motherfucker Bounce to this, we on that West Coast shit Now let's get it Let's get it Bring the weed and the booze Let's get it Ain't got no rules Let's get it Keep my chicks in twos Let's get it Like the way you move Let's get it And your friend looks cool Let's get it Know what we gon' do Let's get it
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