Austin Powerful

Baby got you a gift
No flowers
Ima give you this dick
In my trousers
Baby behave
Austin powers
Princess peach all mine
No bowser
Bump louder
Sipping on sour
Tell you I cloud do this fuck shit
For hours
Fuck chatter
I just need chowder
Need my space
Blast off to outer
Milf prowler
I'm Sr. Howard
Ancient gear
No Dr. Crowler
Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle just a little
Do the money, money dance
Ima do it in the shower
Ima roll up with my ice one
And the mic on
I'm give you this python
On a bison
Turn it out like a cyclone
Sit on my throne
Ima need to get a picture
Here's my Nikon
Ima fuck you with the lights on
Where's my Lysol
Gotta little in your eyeball
Oh that's my fault
Go ahead and call a timeout
Let the time stall
She got Sweat up on her chin
Oops that's from my balls

One rule
Slob on my nob baby
Two rules
Kiss me like frog baby
Three rules
Give you this log baby
Ima fuck you in the car like all crazy
Ima fuck you
Till the windows done fogged baby
Yeah your all lady
Me and you gone make a tall baby
Already
Me and you been viben
Your crazy
And I like it
You make me
So excited
Temptation
Is my virus
Sensation
She ride it
Damn beauty with the spam booty
And the ramen noodies
You a whole lady
Your about to get it
Don't forget it
Ima chop your legs in half
Like some lettuce babe
Ima run it with my Nikes on
This is my song
I just drank two bottles
Ima need a ride home

Baby got you a gift
No flowers
Ima give you this dick
In my trousers
Baby behave
Austin powers
Princess peach all mine
No bowser
Bump louder
Sipping on sour
Tell you I cloud do this fuck shit
For hours
Fuck chatter
I just need chowder
Need my space
Blast off to outer
Milf prowler
I'm Sr. Howard
Ancient gear
No Dr. Crowler
Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle just a little
Do the money, money dance
Ima do it in the shower
Ima roll up with my ice one
And the mic on
I'm give you this python
On a bison
Turn it out like a cyclone
Sit on my throne
Ima need to get a picture
Here's my Nikon
Ima fuck you with the lights on
Where's my Lysol
Gotta little in your eyeball
Oh that's my fault
Go ahead and call a timeout
Let the time stall
She got Sweat up on her chin
Oops that's from my balls



Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Felter
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