Boss AC - Bonus lyrics
[Boss AC - Bonus lyrics]
Bruce lee pack punches like brown bag lunches
He get busy on the bad guy
Now why you wanna flow fly
Float like a butterfly sting
You in the sphincter
I got flavor like jolly rancher be
Taking you out like cancer
Always got the answer I'm easy on the eye kid
Candy's what I taste like you're
Like a Madonna hybrid
Booty booty that's right be taking
You out on fight night
Be flippin smith barney outa the back
Of the coupe your pants droop
Baggy baggy britches i'll be
Leavin you in stitches
I knew this chic in pasadena'd
Grant me sixty-nine wishes
Now you're waiting on your savior
Trying to change your behavior
Cause nineteen ninety nine be rollin
Out the box soon exavior
Hollander the prostitute be booty
Bangin out the chute
Be lookin good in a three piece honey
But baby you're so wack you got bones
Skeletons in the closet everybody's got some
But seein is believin and I think
I've seen enough of your bones
Stick it in your wallet call it
Whatever you want to call it
In the business they call me sire
I ain't ready to retire
Buster good stuff baby baby oh
You drive me crazy
I been shaving my pussy clean for years
Cause that's the way you likes
Button down I'm off the hook
Marylin manson got the look
You wanna party with ole king pancho you
Know that I am the head honcho
Oh yeah I'm ready ready now get set
Don't fret my punch goes pow
I'm a lover not a buster baby don't kick
Me in my nuts I got bones
Pussy gonna getcha if you don't
Watch it it'll let ya
Throw your pride right down the drain you
Got that pussy on the brain
Babylon five Mr goodbar in bangelamaine
Chasing the dragon your
Wagons sagging I think you
Know what I'm sayin
I'm saying your fishin for fanny spankin your
He get busy on the bad guy
Now why you wanna flow fly
Float like a butterfly sting
You in the sphincter
I got flavor like jolly rancher be
Taking you out like cancer
Always got the answer I'm easy on the eye kid
Candy's what I taste like you're
Like a Madonna hybrid
Booty booty that's right be taking
You out on fight night
Be flippin smith barney outa the back
Of the coupe your pants droop
Baggy baggy britches i'll be
Leavin you in stitches
I knew this chic in pasadena'd
Grant me sixty-nine wishes
Now you're waiting on your savior
Trying to change your behavior
Cause nineteen ninety nine be rollin
Out the box soon exavior
Hollander the prostitute be booty
Bangin out the chute
Be lookin good in a three piece honey
But baby you're so wack you got bones
Skeletons in the closet everybody's got some
But seein is believin and I think
I've seen enough of your bones
Stick it in your wallet call it
Whatever you want to call it
In the business they call me sire
I ain't ready to retire
Buster good stuff baby baby oh
You drive me crazy
I been shaving my pussy clean for years
Cause that's the way you likes
Button down I'm off the hook
Marylin manson got the look
You wanna party with ole king pancho you
Know that I am the head honcho
Oh yeah I'm ready ready now get set
Don't fret my punch goes pow
I'm a lover not a buster baby don't kick
Me in my nuts I got bones
Pussy gonna getcha if you don't
Watch it it'll let ya
Throw your pride right down the drain you
Got that pussy on the brain
Babylon five Mr goodbar in bangelamaine
Chasing the dragon your
Wagons sagging I think you
Know what I'm sayin
I'm saying your fishin for fanny spankin your