acot – african waffles lyrics
[intro]
garbage boyz
garbage boyz
yo
[verse]
garbage boyz till i mothaf-ckin’ od
my team strong and we smoking on some o.g.
we blow tree, and i never wear a gold piece
but your b-tch still wanna f-ckin’ blow me
so i took her to the back where she blew my sack
c-mming on her rack, so i let her watch this money stack
d-mn, this rappin’ sh-t is too easy
and i got a cl-ssy girl and your b-tch is f-ckin’ sleazy, ah
smoking weed by the ounce, how you feel, boy?
slap a booty while it bounce, how you feel, boy?
i’m on my mattress, all i do is smoke weed
come home faded, eat some food and watch some f-ckin’ tv
momma, i’m sorry, i’m just tryna get the f-ckin’ fame, man
i’ll do this rappin’ sh-t till they f-ckin’ go insane
they’ll f-ckin’ know my name
they’ll f-ckin’ know my name, b-tch
this david casillas getting done by a latina
and she make me quesadillas
i said money’s on my mind and i swear i’ll get the cash
’cause i’m always on my grind, eh
i won’t stop till my mothaf-ckin’ socks gucci
i won’t stop till you see in the f-ckin’ movie
huh, yeah
[outro: brennan huff from step brothers (2008)]
yeah, garbage boyz
trash boyz
i don’t want to wake up robert and nancy
my throat’s sore, i’ve had a sore throat for a month and a half
and this is not an acoustic environment that’s suitable to request this from me
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