Saturday, April 25, 2009


Bird on a wire, your skirt’s on fire
Now please take a moment to admire my attire
Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks
Tight gray Levi’s and shirts with polka dots

Rolex watch but it’s fake
Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain
But it’s fake like your tits
And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids

The glitz in L.A. got me ready to play
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day
Every night on the strip I slip and slide
I’m that guy, call me Mr. Right

LMAO

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