Lyrics
Based on our calculations you will die on Sunday 5th of December 2083
Ay, yeah right now I'm kinda sick ay, but your girl still on my dick
Ay, yeah you know she goin' quick ay, and she's kinda thick
Woah, ay, let me go call my bro ay, shut up ho I'm on the phone
Ay, but I'ma go back and make her moan, yeah
Ay, yeah she on my dick like a turkey, how she be gobblin' it
Got her readin' this shit like it's some motherfuckin' movie script
Ay, haters talkin' smack but you know they just counterfeit
Haters talkin' smack but you know they can't cop my shit
Pockets are lookin' bigger
I'm the guy from Cars I got the kachigger
And I'm bout to pull the trigger
but she's still fuckin' that
I can't say that nevermind bro, go with the flow
Fuck her fast and get the dough
Ay, yeah now she all alone, ay, yeah now she bout to spin the globe
Ay, yeah, um, I don't know, yeah, um, that's a verse
Ay, yeah right now I'm kinda sick ay, but your girl still on my dick
Ay, yeah you know she goin' quick ay, and she's kinda thick
Woah, ay, let me go call my bro Ay, shut up ho I'm on the phone
Ay, but I'ma go back and make her moan, yeah
Chick Hicks
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