LYRICS: Come back to my telly Here's the key to my room I'm in six-six-six I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front From the bottom or the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do 'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front From the bottom and the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you Oh, Amy, look at those teeth Good grief, good looking. What you've been cooking? Roast beef? 'Cause you look like you've got hookin', did you get no sleep Every tooth in your mouth's crooked, sugar, you're so sweet Every time that you pick a booger, your nose bleeds Girl, look at ya, you just Freddie Krueger'd your whole street You're terrorizing the whole neighborhood with your crow's feet Back off of my car, get off my hood, would you go eat? (Yeah) Come back on a full stomach without the core Put some lotion on your sores 'til you're cocoa butter soft I'll help you to find a vein, I'll even tie you up Pull your hair, stick a bee on you, pee on you, dry you off and Maybe when you OD, I'll buy you a coffin Me, oh, my, oh, I finally see why you call me so often 'Cause me and you go together like Tiger Woods and golfing I just can't get enough of your love, I'm just so engulfed in it I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front From the bottom or the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do 'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front From the bottom and the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you This beat compels me to tell Chelsea Handler to belch me Let's felch, embellish me with pickled relish and velveeta This belt be the key to help me strangle myself I need a step ladder, some lotion, and no help for this stealth procedure And these are just the things that I do when I'm at my leisure "Shady, I'll pick the ladder up from underneath you And make sure that you can reach it with your feet, after that, I'll leave you" Lisa, wait, come back, I need ya "Shame I gotta go through all of this crap to please ya Jesus, you look like David Carradine havin' a seizure How in the hell did you get your pair of jeans wrapped in your t-shirt When they're down around your ankles, you an acrobat with amnesia? Oh, milk of magnesia, where the Hell you at when I need ya?" Just get me down from here, what the fuck you laughin' at, Lisa? I just ejaculated, my neck is snappin', oh Jesus Who'da knew how hard jackin' your meat was? I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front From the bottom or the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do 'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front From the bottom and the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you I creep through the window like a phantom I'm up inside the party with the Hennessy and Fanta Mylanta and I plan to party 'til one, wow, slowdown, grandpa Don't let the dick fool ya, 'cause baby, I got stamina And girl, I'm 'bout to show you I'm the man 'cause I'ma have this van Look like somebody pulled a trampoline inside a camper And when it's rockin', don't come knockin', nah, don't tamper A cross between Rocky and Rambo with more ammo Pop two Ativan's and lay in the duvet with Amber But the madam wasn't a man, damn, it was Adam Lambert I should've known it, 'cause goddamn it, it had a man purse That's what I get for slammin' them damn Samuel Adams I wrote the book on pimpin', can you all fathom Or do I have to throw the whole damn manual at 'em? So welcome to the OG's annual gathering, Catherine You might wanna ask him to hand you an Aspirin I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front From the bottom or the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do 'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front From the bottom and the top, it's however you want All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you
master.....
Love the chorus, so good
Dope af as usual!😮
love it GOAT
LYRICS:
Come back to my telly
Here's the key to my room
I'm in six-six-six
I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front
From the bottom or the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon
And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front
From the bottom and the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you
Oh, Amy, look at those teeth
Good grief, good looking. What you've been cooking? Roast beef?
'Cause you look like you've got hookin', did you get no sleep
Every tooth in your mouth's crooked, sugar, you're so sweet
Every time that you pick a booger, your nose bleeds
Girl, look at ya, you just Freddie Krueger'd your whole street
You're terrorizing the whole neighborhood with your crow's feet
Back off of my car, get off my hood, would you go eat? (Yeah)
Come back on a full stomach without the core
Put some lotion on your sores 'til you're cocoa butter soft
I'll help you to find a vein, I'll even tie you up
Pull your hair, stick a bee on you, pee on you, dry you off and
Maybe when you OD, I'll buy you a coffin
Me, oh, my, oh, I finally see why you call me so often
'Cause me and you go together like Tiger Woods and golfing
I just can't get enough of your love, I'm just so engulfed in it
I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front
From the bottom or the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon
And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front
From the bottom and the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you
This beat compels me to tell Chelsea Handler to belch me
Let's felch, embellish me with pickled relish and velveeta
This belt be the key to help me strangle myself
I need a step ladder, some lotion, and no help for this stealth procedure
And these are just the things that I do when I'm at my leisure
"Shady, I'll pick the ladder up from underneath you
And make sure that you can reach it with your feet, after that, I'll leave you"
Lisa, wait, come back, I need ya
"Shame I gotta go through all of this crap to please ya
Jesus, you look like David Carradine havin' a seizure
How in the hell did you get your pair of jeans wrapped in your t-shirt
When they're down around your ankles, you an acrobat with amnesia?
Oh, milk of magnesia, where the Hell you at when I need ya?"
Just get me down from here, what the fuck you laughin' at, Lisa?
I just ejaculated, my neck is snappin', oh Jesus
Who'da knew how hard jackin' your meat was?
I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front
From the bottom or the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon
And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front
From the bottom and the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you
I creep through the window like a phantom
I'm up inside the party with the Hennessy and Fanta
Mylanta and I plan to party 'til one, wow, slowdown, grandpa
Don't let the dick fool ya, 'cause baby, I got stamina
And girl, I'm 'bout to show you I'm the man 'cause I'ma have this van
Look like somebody pulled a trampoline inside a camper
And when it's rockin', don't come knockin', nah, don't tamper
A cross between Rocky and Rambo with more ammo
Pop two Ativan's and lay in the duvet with Amber
But the madam wasn't a man, damn, it was Adam Lambert
I should've known it, 'cause goddamn it, it had a man purse
That's what I get for slammin' them damn Samuel Adams
I wrote the book on pimpin', can you all fathom
Or do I have to throw the whole damn manual at 'em?
So welcome to the OG's annual gathering, Catherine
You might wanna ask him to hand you an Aspirin
I could you hit you from the back, I could hit you from the front
From the bottom or the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
'Cause we ain't gotta checkout tomorrow until noon
And I may hit you from the back, I may hit you from the front
From the bottom and the top, it's however you want
All you gotta do is tell me, girl, what you want me to do
So here's the key to my room, baby, from me to you
Come back without the cough. Because core doesn't make sense nor does it rhyme with soft
Love the goat🎉
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RIP Em!! Last Album was trash 🚮 Loved your old ish!😢
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Really??❤ Where's my key,?
@Me🤪This is Dope 😂🤣
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Keep it.
Songs trash but that beat daym relapse beats