Fuck Me, Do What I Tell You
Oh please bake me
Goofy side fakey
Catch me sleeping with my skate jeans on
Red hat flash back
Showing my ass crack
Flashing my fashion from an era long gone
Wallet chain no game
Hank Hillin' propane
Couldn't give a fuck about your wife or your Rogaine
Swing kettles like Joe Rogan
Invade with a Trojan
No packets open
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
Oh please date me
Lookin' fly lately
Tribal tattoo on my right forearm
Flames on the leg
Dates on my neck
The ink goes well with the stickers on my car
Rockin' my DCs
Flippin' out my 3G
Lookin more fresh than a Johhny Bravo repeat
I'm radical
I'm magical
I'm sliding in your avenue
I prolly shoulda asked first
I'm sorry dude
She's mad at you
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Oh please bake me
Goofy side fakey
Catch me sleeping with my skate jeans on
With my skate jeans on
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
Goofy side fakey
Catch me sleeping with my skate jeans on
Red hat flash back
Showing my ass crack
Flashing my fashion from an era long gone
Wallet chain no game
Hank Hillin' propane
Couldn't give a fuck about your wife or your Rogaine
Swing kettles like Joe Rogan
Invade with a Trojan
No packets open
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
Oh please date me
Lookin' fly lately
Tribal tattoo on my right forearm
Flames on the leg
Dates on my neck
The ink goes well with the stickers on my car
Rockin' my DCs
Flippin' out my 3G
Lookin more fresh than a Johhny Bravo repeat
I'm radical
I'm magical
I'm sliding in your avenue
I prolly shoulda asked first
I'm sorry dude
She's mad at you
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Fuck Me, Do what I tell you
Oh please bake me
Goofy side fakey
Catch me sleeping with my skate jeans on
With my skate jeans on
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
(I'm) In my element
I'm outta control
Stole your girl cos' I'm king of the mall
I'm in your back yard
I'm out of this world
Two guns up on my thot patrol
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Cowdrey
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