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Boyfriend
Boyfriend
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Matt Bubel
Matt Bubel
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Suzannah Powell
Suzannah Powell
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Matt Bubel
Matt Bubel
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Suzannah Powell
Suzannah Powell
Songwriter
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Matt Bubel
Matt Bubel
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(Bitch) Pulled up to a Pizza Hut next to a barking mutt I said "Shut up faggot or your guts will be a bargain brunch" I need a bitch to punch and then a dirty ditch to dump her in These flirty witches ain't my friends and I will not make amends I need a Facebook slut, a Kappa Kappa cunt Tie her up and fuck her butt so long She'll trade her thong in for Depends Wolf style stab her goddamn esophagus Cut her up like Kanye put her cunt in a sarcophagus I think there's been an avalanche So much blow on top of us Heart's racing from this angel dust Vicodin ain't stopping us Charms like Dracula's, blood in a vial And yeah my vag is fertile like the valley o' Nile Egyptian sin my ship is in, Cleopatra has landed Don't you wish you coulda made me cum like my hand did? Cum like my hand C-C-Cum like my hand did All because you didn't make me Cum like my hand did Cum like my hand C-C-Cum like my hand did All because you didn't make me Cum like my hand did Like sand through an hour glass slide your finger down my ass Swipe it like a credit card and ask for 50 cash back Give me a heart attack feel it pumping in my rack Coke, like a fast track speeding in a hatchback Howling like a wolf pack dreams in your knapsack Go to sleep and dream of my coochie Little do you know that I slipped you a roofie Wake without your wallet, you'll be feeling goofy And I'll haunt your ass forever cause I'm sexy and spooky I'll melt your ass, turn your poop to diarrhea I'm more than a woman, haunt you like Aaliyah Romeo must die, you heard the commandment All because you didn't make me cum like my hand did Cum like my hand C-C-Cum like my hand did All because you didn't make me Cum like my hand did Cum like my hand C-C-Cum like my hand did All because you didn't make me Cum like my hand did Surprise you're on cameras, candid Post this shit on YouTube, get famous, get branded My standards are stranded on Island Records Def Jam Even deaf folks love to listen to my jams Peeps eat me up like a heaped plate of sweet yams Bet he hates himself for that early skeet skeet scam So many ways to dress: actor of parts But love don't get me stressed 'cause I'm the master of hearts I know that I'm the best, got a bachelor of arts You think that I'm impressed that you're a bachelor who farts? Playing darts, Wal-Mart's your favorite place to shop D-D-Dropped off by the pops plop down on your sofa Pop tops on Xbox paying cops playing soldier Only tart you'll ever pop pops out of a toaster You're so naïve like Adam and Eve Like "I'll get just what I want as long as I say please" Like you can get with a cunt with that JNCO steeze Well winds of change a-coming, can you feel that breeze? Whipping window curtains bending bushes and trees Wishing you weren't hurting but it's too late to freeze Time goes back track b-black hole expanded All because you didn't make me cum like my hand did Cum like my hand C-C-Cum like my hand did All because you didn't make me Cum like my hand did You're a loser, mother-fucking loser Like a little Trekkie trying to hit on stormtrooper Beam me up Scottie I'm hottie with a body Taking off in space Ferrari to the Death Star party I've landed Don't you wish you coulda make me cum like my hand did? Like my hand did, like my, like my hand did All because you couldn't make me cum like my hand did
Writer(s): Suzannah Elizabeth Powell, Matt Bubel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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