Fat Ass by Fyre Lyrics
[Mxlplx]
Wanna ride you like a donkey, every night never get off me
Spread it like you really want me to feel rising out the lies
And get on top while I sit tight
You will drop slowly up then
Down my cock screaming "Stefan"
Don't you stop, heavy breath and
Now I've got to get up for my attention span
It's so short, let's start up the van
And drive to New York and if you can
Spare a newport, pass it here cause I'm out of smokes
Dragging years down my throat
[Young G]
Bass line slamming like Iverson
Space time continuum, influx riding
Riding through potential
Moving sacks sequential
50-3-50, 12-50-48 presidential states
In the continent blocking it, then chalking clits
Clock, it sits
In my mind, as a central, it's residential incidental
Minute to my mental on you
I'm since bent, roll it back, fine print
And weed, the need to get keyed
For now I put in work till I'm free
Wage slavery, what the world made of G
Only other option, D-I-E
[Swank]
Change my mind for the chance of the change
A heart on cobblestones in the shooting range
Flying low in the zone, and a million stains
Saluting stones standing in rain
Make love alone, to leave this plane
With freedom on fire released in rage
Love on three tires, turning the page
For the riders rolling out the day
Risking the blessing to cash the pain
Find the women in the four lane
Betting the Devil, then ending the game
Man I got it, so keep the change
Love to roll on an empty train
Wanna ride you like a donkey, every night never get off me
Spread it like you really want me to feel rising out the lies
And get on top while I sit tight
You will drop slowly up then
Down my cock screaming "Stefan"
Don't you stop, heavy breath and
Now I've got to get up for my attention span
It's so short, let's start up the van
And drive to New York and if you can
Spare a newport, pass it here cause I'm out of smokes
Dragging years down my throat
[Young G]
Bass line slamming like Iverson
Space time continuum, influx riding
Riding through potential
Moving sacks sequential
50-3-50, 12-50-48 presidential states
In the continent blocking it, then chalking clits
Clock, it sits
In my mind, as a central, it's residential incidental
Minute to my mental on you
I'm since bent, roll it back, fine print
And weed, the need to get keyed
For now I put in work till I'm free
Wage slavery, what the world made of G
Only other option, D-I-E
[Swank]
Change my mind for the chance of the change
A heart on cobblestones in the shooting range
Flying low in the zone, and a million stains
Saluting stones standing in rain
Make love alone, to leave this plane
With freedom on fire released in rage
Love on three tires, turning the page
For the riders rolling out the day
Risking the blessing to cash the pain
Find the women in the four lane
Betting the Devil, then ending the game
Man I got it, so keep the change
Love to roll on an empty train