Lyrics: Alexander Gumuchian/Christian Dold
Producer: Diamond Pistols
Mixing: Jeff Ellis
Mastering: Dale Becker
I don't make no music, I make hits
Yeah they catchy
My triple D's, yeah they naty
He got all this coochie at my pad and we ain't talking no Maxy
Just caught off my chastity
Yeah this shit a catastrophe
They say my d**k game mid, but at least it's satisfactory
She wanna kiss me?
Dirty up my sippy?
Spent about 50? (oh my god)
Hit a lil' quickie (ooh la la)
Baby in the big leagues? (Goo goo ga ga)
No time for the pipsqueaks? (Ooh na na)
So we gotta take sick leave (Blah blah blah)
Goddamn this shit ain't safe for - work
Goddamn this shit ain't safe for - work
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Goddamn this shit ain't sa-
Three to the four to the five, brain cells lie
Yeah we stupid, stupid
Maybe no electric slide
Bustin' it wide, yeah I move it, move it
Eminem banging my line,
I'm taking his shine
He about to lose it, lose it
Two twins wanna 6-9,
138 at the same damn time, let's do it.
This that paying my taxes, talking about brackets, throw it in the bag (Uh-huh)
This that let's get stupid, everyone lose it, back that ass up (Uh-huh)
This that new gymnastics, flippin' that mattress, stretching her out (Uh-huh)
Baby boy feeling fantastic, real romantic, take me on a date (Uh-huh)
She wanna kiss me?
Dirty up my sippy?
Spent about 50? (oh my god)
Goddamn this shit ain't safe for - work
Goddamn this shit ain't safe for - work
Get that, sell that, do that, feel that, make that
Goddamn this shit ain't sa-
rinse and repeat x 8
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