Grease

When is my bitch not mad at me?

Cars in the background for artifacts

Uh

Okay this the type of shit that make you wanna dance
Yeah they say that I'm contain-gent so you pay me in advance
Lost in all this glitter make you sicko with a dance
Tell These stupid motherfuckers I aint fuckin with em

Oh, yeah you fuck with me?
Tell me something I'd believe
I don't love or fuck with me
My own brother don't fuck with me
If family suppose to be the bond
Then I guess that I'm the fucking grease
Slicker than a slythreren but he keep saying im off beat!

Bitch!

Aint That fucking Shit?
Worse when he didn't fuck with
But then he said "he fucked with it"
But he didn't really fuck with it
Guess it could be worse
I'll end up in the hearse
Cuz life the slippy motherfucka we all end up in the dirt

I guess it could be worse
Cuz ill end up in a hearse
Cuz Life the slippy motherucka
We all end up in the dirt!

I guess it could be worse
Cuz ill end up in a hearse
Cuz Life the slippy motherucka
We all end up in the dirt!

Okay this the type of shit that make you wanna dance
Yeah they say that I'm contain-gent so you pay me in advance
Lost in all this glitter make you sicko with a dance
Tell These stupid motherfuckers I aint fuckin with them

Okay this the type of shit that make you wanna dance
Yeah they say that I'm contain-gent so you pay me in advance
Lost in all this glitter Im the sicko with a dance
Tell These stupid motherfuckers I aint fuckin with em

Oh, yeah you fuck with me?
Tell me something I'd believe
I don't love or fuck with me
My own brother don't fuck with me
If family suppose to be the bond
Then I guess that I'm the fucking grease
I guess that I'm the fucking grease



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Writer(s): Andrew Marrero
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