Songteksten

Well, well, well What the fuck is this? A stinky little man with some doo-doo on his nips Please Mister, take anything I just don't wanna die! Ahh! You son of a bitch! You just got doo-doo right in my eye You know that you deserved it He stumbled back like woah! Then I stole his gun, real quick He said, "Oh hell naw!" Now it's time to tell me why you broke into my house! You were supposed to be at Olive Garden and not here right now I said, "How did you know that?" He said, "You don't wanna know!" I said, "You better start talking and I'm gonna count to four!" One! He said "Mister wait!" Two! Please don't shoot me! Three! You better sit down I don't wanna ruin it Four! He screams Then a ring on his phone He says "It's for you" I look down at his phone I can't believe it's my boo
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