Bowser Lyrics

Aye Ski, they not expectin' this one
You Will Regret, aye like, huh, YOLO
Anything is, possible
Anything is possible
Been told you, my bitch look like Kim Possible

I'm on a drug, binge, aye
Rules, I bend, aye!
Like Constantine, devil want my soul
Drug, binge, aye, aye!
Rules, I bend
Like Constantine, devil want my soul
Okay, like, oh no, look at wrist, you bitches whippin' up the bowl
You not talkin' bricks you been with, get wet like egg yolk
She not from Dimmsdale, but she gon' give me Dimmadome
Oh, no, look at your aunt, her feet black just like a crow

Okay like, Doctor Doofenshmirtz
Coat bought my girl work, so it's her collection
I don't pistol pack in Red Dead Redemption
Cowboy boots with the spur
Been lost with the jugg walk
With the sauce, with the saber tooth fur
How do I explain the way she grip on my dick just like butter that churn?
Krispie Kreme, but my sauce never empty
Humpty dumpty, how I crack her
Like a nut cracker, all the best crispy, wish list
Creep, creep
Crawling like I'm just from centipede
Bulletproof vest like I'm
Feeling like a public toilet, full of bear hibernation pee pee

I'm on a drug, binge
Rules, I bend
Like Constantine, devil want my soul Drug, binge, aye
Rules, I bend, aye, aye
Like Constantine, devil want my soul
Okay, like, oh no, look at wrist, you bitches whippin' up the bowl
You not talkin' bricks you been with, get wet like egg yolk
She not from Dimmsdale, but she gon' give me Dimmadome
Oh, no, look at your aunt, her feet black just like a crow

Guillotine, our team, in that p*ssy
Wanna new bitch, look like Ming, with a p*ssy
I can't swim
Just like I'm raven, no, "That's So Raven" idea
I had a dream, like I go Martin Luther; I'm rich, I run my crew!
When she suck my dick, she make me feel it in my toes (oh my God!)
She look like she need some dick, she suck me, don't wan' go!
She gon' f*ck my nigga for a place to stay fo' sure
You are irrelevant, I'm going celibate
Don't want your bitch, you can keep her amor

I'm on a drug, binge
Rules, I bend
Like Constantine, devil want my soul
Drug, binge
Rules, I bend
Like Constantine, devil want my soul
Okay, like, oh no, look at wrist, you bitches whippin' up the bowl
You not talkin' bricks you been with, get wet like egg yolk
She not from Dimmsdale, but she gon' give me Dimmadome
Oh, no, look at your aunt, her feet black just like a crow

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