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(Shaq) They wanted me to come down here And do one thing and that was take care of business And I, I assured him that I would do that The people that know me, they know what time it is And they know what the Diesel is coming to do Period, Pureud, PERIOD Sitting in the club, ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Chicks looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist Sitting in the club, ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Dudes looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist HOLY FUCK! I'm fresh out of rubbers Send for delivery from my son's mother Fully deodorized with my collar popped Finna film a Soap, as the pussy pops A lousy week, fired from my senate seat Rolling in da club with fruit roll ups on fleek Fornication nation, that's where my dome's at Hoes lucky if they fit the whole shaft There's a hot Latina in the corner Pants bulging with dat big clit boner She asked me, is it alright if I leak? Hell nah bitch ya'll ain't messing up my sheets! After I ditched that freaky bitch I Saw a fly dude out the corner of my eye Sporting a dress down Spider-Man shirt I knew then I had a wingman to help me flirt Sitting in the club, ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Chicks looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist Sitting in the club, ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Dudes looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist Rolling in this escalade, a wild party escapade But I got to be home by 10:00 Cause my mom wants her car back then I told Felicia, I'd meet ya, at your house tonight Don't bother picking me up You're a lame ass mother get out of my sight Damn girl, I guess I'll go with me, myself, and I She said that's fine I'd rather have sex With that American Psycho guy Wait in line for 4 hours, $45 dollar whiskey sours Wish I could bring a hot chick home like my man king bowser Finally got inside, I'm walking with a stride Time to give these bitches a ride Wait, why these walls all covered in pride Is this the wrong club or is this just destiny? Not listening to Pac or Biggie, but Backstreet and NSYNC Then I saw this guy with a killer tie looking so fly And I had to wonder why What the hell you doing in a club like this He said I just kissed a dude that's a miss Dang man why don't I be your wingman He said I'm a fan, that's how this night began Two dudes without a plan Sitting in the club, ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Chicks looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist Sitting in the club, ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Dudes looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist I'm certainly not fucking transphobic But that's not the way my dick swings when I hold it Pulpit, that's where I hold my pimp sermons As my dick dangles amongst a pack of virgins But how come you're all alone tonight? Where's the ladies man? They ain't in sight One thing you must get right As your wingman you must follow my advice I know what we gotta do if you want that pussy to pop Three shots of booze and some rubber glue So your inebriation won't stop Now we're fucked up but who are we kidding? We're chilling in an empty club, Arbor Mist sipping Let's whip out the PS3 and play some Jam fool (Boomshakalaka!) Who needs chicks when you got 2 dudes and Brule (For your health) Holy shit your right this place is completely empty Hell ya I'm down to game megapixeled Clint Dempsey Fuck I forgot to bring the car back to my mom, it's way past 10:00 Next time if we want more chicks We should come to the club dressed as women Sitting in the club, ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Chicks looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist Sitting in the club ordered me a Big Mac You think I got a stub? Dick bigger than Shaq Chillin strait VIP, popping old dusty pussy Dudes looking for a fist, sipping on Arbor Mist
Writer(s): Matthew Murnan, Tom Murnan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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