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[*something something] breath is kickin' but you know they're finger lickin' we love our chicken wings with extra sauce at the cornerstone is where we're eatin' smiling faces we are greetin' we love our chicken wings with extra sauce hell yeah! well Popeye's wings or KFC you know it doesn't really matter to me so come on in and stop your stressin' get yourself some blue cheese dressin' chicken wings with extra sauce!
*undetermined lyrics - tell me if you can hear them!
it won't automatically start playing "Chicken Wings" so you have to select it from the list of songs on the right...funny lyrics, great beat! always makes me laugh!
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What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you to hump, Get you to hump me all night long, Humps, my humps, my humps, my humps, my humps, My humps, my humps, my humps, my lovely little humps (Check it out)
I drive these fuckers crazy, I have sex on the daily, They hump me really nicely, They buy me all these ices. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and NaDonna Karan, they be sharin' All their money got me wearin' fly Brother I ain't askin, They say they love my ass ‘n, Seven Jeans, True Religion's, I say no, but they keep givin' So I keep on takin' And no I ain't taken We can keep on datin' I keep on demonstrating.
My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love) You love my lady lumps (love), My hump, my hump, my hump (love), My humps they got you,
She's got me spending. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me
What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What you gon' do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I'm a make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you scream. 'Cause of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what). My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco. She said hey get a room let's go. I could be your baby, you can be my honey Let's spend time not money. I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff, Milky, milky cocoa, Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I'm really sexy, The boys they wanna sex me. They always standing next to me, Always dancing next to me, Tryin' a feel my hump, hump. Lookin' at my lump, lump. You can look but you can't touch it, If you touch it I'ma start some drama, You don't want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don't pull on my hand boy, You ain't my man, boy, I'm just tryn'a dance boy, And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My lovely lady lumps (lumps) My lovely lady lumps (lumps) My lovely lady lumps (lumps) In the back and in the front (lumps) My lovin' got you,
She's got me spendin'. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.
What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What you gon' do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I'ma make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you scream. What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk, Get you love drunk off this hump. What you gon' do wit all that breast? All that breast inside that shirt? I'ma make, make, make, make you work Make you work, work, make you work.
(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]
She's got me spendin'. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spendin' time on me She's got me spendin'. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.
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Pink - dear mr. President - when she gets to the part : You has come a long way from Whisky and cocaine......
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