To bass be the glory
Ayy, ayy, yuh, wet, splash
[Verse 1]
Hatin' on a nigga like your name George Bush
This that new shit like I'm a tourist
Don't leave the kitchen till' I got a torn wrist
Papa Bear in that pussy and I need some porridge
Ricky Bobby on my body and I got endorsements
Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis
Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous
I done ran up the money, fuck a portion
[Chorus]
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
I spilt some lean in my Fanta
I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
There is dead guys in my wallet
Supreme just threw up in my closet
[Verse 2]
She ride on my dick like a biker, climb on my dick like a hiker
Your bitch is very excited, she wanna do it no Nike
I rock the ski but no ski mask, I rock the mask from the hockey
I showed a trick to your wee-man, we disappear won't say sorry
Wipe me down, no ShamWow
Speaking with the pistol, shit say grrr-ow
J.G. Wentworth need my money now
How I walk up bout the bank bands heavy like ow
Only tip a nigga if he mean just like a cow
Snub-nosed pistol make a nigga say ow
Finger on trigger make em' kiss like now
Bitch I'm Freaky Fred with the flame like bow
[Chorus]
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
I spilt some lean in my Fanta
I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
There is dead guys in my wallet
Supreme just threw up in my closet
[Outro]
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
Houston, we might have a problem
I don't rock no mo' bandannas
I spilt some lean in my Fanta
Your bitch make me so excited
I might just hit it, one night it
[Intro] To bass be the glory Ayy, ayy, yuh, wet, splash [Verse 1] Hatin' on a nigga like your name George Bush This that new shit like I'm a tourist Don't leave the kitchen till' I got a torn wrist Papa Bear in that pussy and I need some porridge Ricky Bobby on my body and I got endorsements Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous I done ran up the money, fuck a portion [Chorus] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I spilt some lean in my Fanta I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem There is dead guys in my wallet Supreme just threw up in my closet [Verse 2] She ride on my dick like a biker, climb on my dick like a hiker Your bitch is very excited, she wanna do it no Nike I rock the ski but no ski mask, I rock the mask from the hockey I showed a trick to your wee-man, we disappear won't say sorry Wipe me down, no ShamWow Speaking with the pistol, shit say grrr-ow J.G. Wentworth need my money now How I walk up bout the bank bands heavy like ow Only tip a nigga if he mean just like a cow Snub-nosed pistol make a nigga say ow Finger on trigger make em' kiss like now Bitch I'm Freaky Fred with the flame like bow [Chorus] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I spilt some lean in my Fanta I don't rock no mo' bandannas, no Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem There is dead guys in my wallet Supreme just threw up in my closet [Outro] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I don't rock no mo' bandannas I spilt some lean in my Fanta Your bitch make me so excited I might just hit it, one night it Explain Request ×
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