You the best I ever had, best I ever had Best I ever had, best I ever had, I say you the fucking Sex, love, pain, baby, I be on that tank shit Buzz
on patron mixed with pineapple, as she looks up, spots me only for a sec but in that moment our eyes lock, i swear that we had sex and in that tank top
me out If you top modelin If you Twitter followin It?s too many girls I know I?m never gon? sex But we can phone sex Touch your own breast Call my phone
sit, lit up, wicked Everybody is surrounded by the girls With the tank tops and the flirty words I'm just sippin' on chamomile I'm watchin' boys and girls and their sex
have our places, but we have no friends They told us sin's not good but we know it's great War time full frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate Bang, they
[Tank] Now is a celebration oh girl lets celebrate yeah it`s a celebration oh girl lets celebrate baby tonight I`m yours baby come on in and wrap your
(Tank) Now is a celebration oh girl lets celebrate yeah it?s a celebration oh girl lets celebrate baby tonight I?m yours baby come on in and wrap your
mattresses Shorty lookin' at me funny like I don't get bank My house is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
love but can you tell if it's real? Bitch you better tell me how you feel L U V, luv, backwards that spells evil Connivin', triflin' ass people Uhh, kinda soda Wife beater tank
fuck with me Reluctantly I walk on by I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine But I got to drank, can't even thank Unless I'm tanked, I'm already high So
shit about you but you got a pretty face and the booty's round Don't get moody now Show me the sound I'm new to town Got a tank of gas so lets cruise
when You was in pajamas, watchin' B-B-Barney a-and Friends And you couldn't harm me even with ten, weapons of your choice ridin' in Army tanks, you shot
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theater and will not star Natalie Woods And Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia The revolution will not give your mouth sex
Waiting patiently for the class to begin, right, teacher says "Open up your texts, you read the first paragraph on 'Oral Sex'" I said "Oral sex, what
is supposed to be flip bricks All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga I'll throw some fucked up kicks on Next is a small tank top, the
mouth And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex
Amen, Amen I'm siphoning gass from the high school bus Into the tank of my beat-up bug So I can drive away from the shouting and misery I drive into
laughed at my shoes It's my birthday next week and what I want please Is to turn on the heat so the fish won't freeze The fish in the tank froze and