Lyrics Bowser - OG
Aye
Ski,
they
not
expectin'
this
one
Anything,
is
possible
Anything
is
possible
I'm
on
a
drug,
binge,
aye!
Rules,
I
bend,
aye!
Like
Constantine,
devil
want
my
soul
Drug,
binge,
aye
aye
Rules,
I
bend
Like
Constantine,
devil
want
my
soul
Okay
like
oh
no,
look
at
wrist
You
bitches
whippin'
up
the
bowl
Yo'
not
talkin'
bricks,
you
been
getting
wet
like
egg
yolk
She
not
from
Dimmsdale
But
she
gon'
give
me
Dimmadome
Oh
no
look
at
your
aunt
Her
feet
black
just
like
a
crow
Okay
like,
Doctor
Doofenshmirtz
Coat
bought
my
girl
work
so
it's
her
collection
I
don't
pistol
pack
in
Red
Dead
Redemption
Cowboy
boots
with
the
spur
Been
lost
with
the
jugg
walk
With
the
sauce
with
the
saber
tooth
fur
How
do
I
explain
the
way
she
grip
On
my
dick
just
like
butter
that
churn
Krispie
Kreme
but
my
sauce
Never
empty,
humpty
dumpty,
how
I
crack
her
Like
a
nut
cracker
all
the
best
crispy,
wish
list
Creep,
creep
Crawling
like
I'm
just
from
centipede
Bulletproof
vest
like
I'm
50
Feeling
like
a
Public
toilet
Full
of
bear
hibernation
pee
pee
I'm
on
a
drug,
binge
Rules,
I
bend
Like
Constantine,
devil
want
my
soul
Drug,
binge,
aye
Rules,
I
bend
aye
aye
Like
Constantine,
devil
want
my
soul
Okay
like
oh
no,
look
at
wrist
You
bitches
whippin'
up
the
bowl
Yo'
not
talkin'
bricks
you
been
with,
get
wet
like
egg
yolk
She
not
from
Dimmsdale
But
she
gon'
give
me
Dimmadome
Oh
no
look
at
your
aunt
Her
feet
black
just
like
a
crow
Okay
like
guillotine,
our
team
In
that
pussy
Why
your
bitch
look
like
Ming
With
a
pussy
I
can't
swim
Just
like
I'm
raving
no
dice
I'm
so
raven
idea
I
had
a
dream,
like
I
am
Martin
Luther
When
she
suck
my
dick
she
make
me
feel
it
in
my
toes
She
look
like
she
need
some
dick
she
suck
me
Don't
wanna
go
She
gon'
fuck
my
nigga
for
a
place
to
stay
fo'
sho
You
are
irrelevant
I'm
going
celibate
Don't
want
your
bitch
you
can
keep
her
amor
I'm
on
a
drug,
binge
Rules,
I
bend
Like
Constantine,
devil
want
my
soul
Drug,
binge
Rules,
I
bend
Like
Constantine,
devil
want
my
soul
Okay
like
oh
no,
look
at
wrist
You
bitches
whippin'
up
the
bowl
Yo'
not
talkin'
bricks
you
been
with,
get
wet
like
egg
yolk
She
not
from
Dimmsdale
But
she
gon'
give
me
Dimmadome
Oh
no
look
at
your
aunt
Her
feet
black
just
like
a
crow
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