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Start the verse, hit record, let's go! Semi-pro, songwriter, you know I am psycho, and my girl's kinda thick She just took a s**t! She gonna let me hit it now With my d**k! Now honey can I come inside? TMI Blow n** into your eye! You gotta ovary filled with a lotta eggs in it Say you want a kid, I'll split! Everybody lookin' at me Muggin' an s**t Tell em all to suck on a d**k Doing that stupid s**t Pushing her head down to show me some love But don't bite it! I saw that look, I get excited! Ixnay the ombre on the 'irthday 'orse-play Little gummin' on the birthday, feel all gourmet Yo, my dating profile says: impotent Ha! Ha! I lied until I got up in it! And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! So you wanna do what I did? Watch your back or get beat-up Tryna act like me kid Mama-unh mama-unh mama come closer In the soapy-suds, with my rubber duck, in the tub No soup for the haters, they hate us! Mad cause I got C-notes by the layers See me on the floor with high-yield stock traders Fans of Obama, we all know he's the greatest Overachiever! spirit child of Sigourney Weaver! Time to make another Spoof album that's The lamest Olympiad chicks take me on trips Bought my hits and watch you get ped and throw a fit Yes yes y'all! and I won't stop On-Demand, play me anytime! I makes you laugh And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Load this song up quick, if you need a lift Who's the chump on the track? Ryan Carter you trick So mysterious in life, some might think I'm a myth Went from unknown to published wordsmith People used to clown me Now they be all pleased to see me Since I blew up, but I don't be sleazy Text using acronyms, I be mackin' son Would you like to swing, and here's a chrysanthemum Never see me piggybacking I Rather go backpacking son Gas fracking son Fright, Wiggin, Other words I know, that you thought That I didn't Trust, the people in my life, that's a given Helped me get to the top spots, no kiddin Dating a Klu Klux's daughter, hillbilly Tryin to get her pregnant? YO, don't be silly! (HA! HAA!) But she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it! Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana And she let me hit it!
Writer(s): Ryan E Carter, Willard Carroll Smith Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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