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Look fellas, I asked you nicely But now I'm getting very irritated For the last time Would you please stay off my freaking grass? (Das Lido) Woah, Kenny! "Stay off my grass", he like Stanley (huh?) Threw me Cheeks on the beach, she Sandy That was my first time in Miami Shawty played the Trina like "Bitch, I'm the baddest" (woo-hoo!) Pull over, that ass too fat, baby (woo-hoo!) Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy Slip-sliding, might take you to the house Put it down, she don't know 'bout me You don't know nothing, nigga, they did like me She got wicked just like Keanu Reeves I held it down just like them piano keys I just fucked two of 'em, I was just on tour I roll up, two up, it boost my IQ up (Roll it up!) I pour that Ju up, then I damn near threw up Surprise, surprise! I'm a poster child, I prolly win a Pulitzer prize Pull up in a Ghost, yeah, I was in a poltergeist (ayy) My mama said they 'posed to lie, I look lil' baby in the eye Speak ya mind She don't understand me, said she can't stand me, stand me "Stay off my grass", he like Stanley (huh?) Threw me Cheeks on the beach, she Sandy That was my first time in Miami Shawty played the Trina like "Bitch, I'm the baddest" (woo-hoo!) Pull over, that ass too fat, baby (woo-hoo!) Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy Slip-sliding, might take you to the house Put it down, she don't know 'bout me I'm off the tree like parakeet You hating alone, damn, that must be embarrassing Two freaks from the East, they wanna kick it, ka-ra-te Carrots in my teeth like I'm a vegan, gotta floss, oh! I stay with the camp and do we ever fold? Nah, did it large, yeah, I did it large, y'all You want the static, you a walkie-talkie Brown in my cup, but it ain't coffee (oh, could you please-?) "Stay off my grass", he like Stanley (huh?) Threw me Cheeks on the beach, she Sandy That was my first time in Miami Shawty played the Trina like "Bitch, I'm the baddest" (woo-hoo!) Pull over, that ass too fat, baby (woo-hoo!) Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy Slip-sliding, might take you to the house Put it down, she don't know 'bout me She know nothing, nigga No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Mmm, she don't know 'bout me Mm
Writer(s): Richard Finch, Marlon Hassanali, Adam E. Duggins, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Peder Losnegard, Lasana Smith, Maurice Dwight Marshall, Mark Bryan Seymour, Katrina Taylor, Harry Wayne Casey, Christopher Smith, Fred Wesley, Corey L. Evans, Charles A. Bobbit, Maurice Young, James Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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