Hunger Games (Remix)
When I come around you ducking
When I see you two tears in a bucket
Throw a "House Party" invite you
Fuck it, ya fuck it
You see, comme ça, cum jaw, snap bra
Yippy, yippy yaw, working for certain
Like it's a day job, performed rather well
Ya, well, clap and applause
Hooray, hurrah, Wilt The Stilt
I gotcha knelt, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Hook'm and black book them
Get'm in the back of the car
The Sirens calling, but I aint stopping
That booty make a ship wreck
Its ancient proverb shit, so relevant
It shouldn't even be considered historical content
Them ignorant, weak spines
Reading between the lines, "Its blank"
That's some stupid shit to say
I read the text and I guess what's next
You pre-jac, I predict, but
It seems like, too many literally read
The white space between the text
Chicken eating, tweet'n, ghetto adolescence
Twerk'n, teething, shadow of the Black Essence
Barely legal, sneak skeet, any and every day of the week
In the Benz bent, or on the park bench, recess
I always ponder and wonder is better to be me
In action, or watch me on TV in passion
One day I'm come to you and be asking
Because, I'm going to hitch me a famous
Paparazzi, ritzy, rich bitch to Bang Bro,
On my Go-Pro, and show off my stamina
Guaranteed you'll see me exposed, explode
From iCloud's shroud, girl on fire
Can't go raw, the girls on fire
As a matter of snatch, not at all
My appetite is straight, but I aint fucking
With no Hunger Games, booby trapped pussy
Smelling like a scratch and sniff
Whoopi cushion, whore, perfect for the pushing
But Im not looking for hospital stays
Or Surgeon General reads, bleeding pee, and gonorrhea
Your label is caution and warning for me
My health is so important naturally
The back of the box reads, pay a fee
Tramp stamp dolphin and the sun
Who would have thunk, so originally whack
Oh, go ahead and put that titty back
Step back and go, because I know
I smelt that booty from up on that pole
Put that titty back, step back and go
Because I know I smelt that
Booty from up on that pole
Put that titty back, step back and go
Because I know I smelt that
Booty from up on that pole
Put that, Put that titty back,
Put that titty back, step back and go
I know I smelt that booty from up on that pole
When I see you two tears in a bucket
Throw a "House Party" invite you
Fuck it, ya fuck it
You see, comme ça, cum jaw, snap bra
Yippy, yippy yaw, working for certain
Like it's a day job, performed rather well
Ya, well, clap and applause
Hooray, hurrah, Wilt The Stilt
I gotcha knelt, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Hook'm and black book them
Get'm in the back of the car
The Sirens calling, but I aint stopping
That booty make a ship wreck
Its ancient proverb shit, so relevant
It shouldn't even be considered historical content
Them ignorant, weak spines
Reading between the lines, "Its blank"
That's some stupid shit to say
I read the text and I guess what's next
You pre-jac, I predict, but
It seems like, too many literally read
The white space between the text
Chicken eating, tweet'n, ghetto adolescence
Twerk'n, teething, shadow of the Black Essence
Barely legal, sneak skeet, any and every day of the week
In the Benz bent, or on the park bench, recess
I always ponder and wonder is better to be me
In action, or watch me on TV in passion
One day I'm come to you and be asking
Because, I'm going to hitch me a famous
Paparazzi, ritzy, rich bitch to Bang Bro,
On my Go-Pro, and show off my stamina
Guaranteed you'll see me exposed, explode
From iCloud's shroud, girl on fire
Can't go raw, the girls on fire
As a matter of snatch, not at all
My appetite is straight, but I aint fucking
With no Hunger Games, booby trapped pussy
Smelling like a scratch and sniff
Whoopi cushion, whore, perfect for the pushing
But Im not looking for hospital stays
Or Surgeon General reads, bleeding pee, and gonorrhea
Your label is caution and warning for me
My health is so important naturally
The back of the box reads, pay a fee
Tramp stamp dolphin and the sun
Who would have thunk, so originally whack
Oh, go ahead and put that titty back
Step back and go, because I know
I smelt that booty from up on that pole
Put that titty back, step back and go
Because I know I smelt that
Booty from up on that pole
Put that titty back, step back and go
Because I know I smelt that
Booty from up on that pole
Put that, Put that titty back,
Put that titty back, step back and go
I know I smelt that booty from up on that pole
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Writer(s): Tristan Christopher
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