Rock the house

And you can wrap your lips around my microphone

Spread your wings and fly me home find my partner and depart the party I probably had to love you the hard way maybe we was drunk out back with the dumpster breath she know how to treat me like something spesh

Flunk the class but she pass the test she got a portrait tattoo of Funkmaster Flex

Girl I'll take you to Egypt for no reason other than skeezin' in hotels in regions that look over scenery pieces of history mixing my semen up with your secrеtions

Hot butter on my breakfast toast

She's still got thе best approach

And don't forget to check those that never be ghost

And keep your enemies close

If you was a robot I'd lick you on your touch screen

Later when you act new

I'll holler at your vacuum I think we're about to get eighty-sixed

They don't appreciate the way we kiss give a fuck what you find Inappropriate? It's not a bar, it's a church your holiness

Now let me get an ahooga

Roll up a joint look like a bazooka

All I know is they try not to show you how little they actually hold with their own two

Ayy I'm the loud balloon

I might howl at the moon in the middle of the afternoon

Never had a lot never hit a jackpot

Who wanna party with the bad bad dad bod

And I ain't got the time to wonder you never know if this will be your last summer

Now go ahead and shut your whole chapped lip pucker you bicycle seat sniffin' motherfucker