Lyrics Dalai Lama - Shotgun Willy

Ahh, like that type shit
Oh, like that, that's the move right there
Fuck, ayy, yeah, okay, like

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, catch a thottie by the toe
If she bad, I'm jumpin' in that pussy like Geronimo
Ooh, bitch, got ya nose, Lucky Charm, pot of gold
If it's time to go, then vamonos, she

Catch me riding in a Honda
I just popped a tire, missed my dinner with Obama
Every single night, rockin' Polo my pajamas
I just did some lines with the fuckin' Dalai Lama
Comma, comma, comma, oh
Spend a bag, make it back, baby, oh
Ring got rubies like I'm Max, baby, oh
Johnny Cash, how I act, baby, oh
It ain't over 'til the fat lady, oh

Yeah, yeah, okay
Like Peter Piper picked this pack of pressure that I'm smokin' up
Mama told me I would make a mill' and marry Oprah
Leave her for a chick that look like she could suck the ocean up
Ooh, bitch open up, not my type, but close enough
Whoo, my level hit max, sit back, relax, I'm living like a castaway
Unbutton my pants, I get a lap dance from a young Anne Hathaway
Don't wanna do this, don't wanna do that, somebody go ask the maid
And every day

They catch me riding in a Honda
I just popped a tire, missed my dinner with Obama
Every single night, rockin' Polo my pajamas
I just did some lines with the fuckin' Dalai Lama
Comma, comma, comma, oh
Spend a bag, make it back, baby, oh
Ring got rubies like I'm Max, baby, oh
Johnny Cash, how I act, baby, oh
It ain't over 'til the fat lady, oh

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
On my tippy-toes looking for big titty hoes
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Shotgun Willy go adios and finito

That's the one, whoo