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prof - new kid lyrics

they have the biggest t-st-cl-s relative to body size of any male on the planet

[hook: prof]
b-tch i got money!
and i’m so good lookin’
you could learn something from me!
you’re old, i’m new

[verse 1: prof]
beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice
poof, prof’ll rock the party till your t–th are loose
i’m gorgeous, roll with chuck norris’
fourty-five houses, thirty-three mortgages
my boats got boats with jet ski’s
three f-ckin’ chef’s and a wayne gretzky’
sunrise, i’m f-ckin’ in the gondola
friends: pheobe, rachel, monica
bravo, finally made it to a d-ck head
shot eighty-nine times, and i ain’t even rich yet
holy sh-t, nice
bet my pandora station plays vanilla ice
yippee ki yay, your boy is a kaiser
everywhere i go i’m sh-ttin’ on ’em, diapers
icky, i gotcha rethinking about who the best is
i’m outta my mind, please leave a message

[hook]

[verse 2: prof]
uh, undeniably the baddest
i ain’t worried long as i know where you dad is
uah, where your cousin at baby?
roll around the family reunion all crazy
meanwhile i got me fishing for a musket
baby, busty, gotta big booty
my sidekick is a moose knuckle
if i had a weakness, it’d be i’m too humble
be bumble, easily see hundos
cheese the weeze, the cheese could buy three condos
f-ck it, i’m the new kirby puckett
got the state of my back the topic of discussion
d-ck, game, waka flocka flame
when i’m done with them girls they take the walk of fame
every single verse hot, your boy don’t miss
b-tch don’t front, this whole song is the sh-t

[hook]

[verse 3: yelawolf]
catfish billy, i’m coo coo for coco
eat a crackers then i spit back a hobo the rollo
eat rappers like wrappers wrapped around packs of no dough
yeah the plastic too, twelves and forty-fives playin’ slow-mo
takin’ acid watchin’ your mama bounce around my show
with all the friends that she met makin’ p-rno
f-ck with me i’m put your 2-year-old in a sleeper choke hold
record you cryin’ and let the engineer leak the vocal
don’t try to play me out, you can’t play with my yo-yo
i walk the dog, waka flocka sheep in soho
i shoulda said i heard, but i heard a sheep is so old
dictionary schmictionary, what the f-ck do you know?
go ahead and group those
sudo can find the loop holes
i pop off the cake when you break it just to say, “yeah i know.”
ruin your day like a polish prayin’ upon your new clothes
and a b-tter fresh motherf-cker just called me b-tter fluke-oh
so tighten your belt, and thin up on your suko
cause i’m makin’ the numbers now, three three’s in a row
hennessey of trees, i’ma leave, but i’m relieved it just won’t go
getting bl-w j-bs from an f5 in a tornado
yeah, blow me down booties, no h0m-
i pop eyes like chicken thighs, no gumbo
so order me up a bucket, f-ck it, with an extra biscuit in it
then we gonna give it to a heart attack clinic

(catch me in the chevy bumpin’ yelawolf and prof they throw a rocket)

you’re old, i’m new

- prof lyrics

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