C’mon Let Me Ride
And the wheels go around and 'round, and 'round
If you got a sweet tooth
You can taste my watermelons
If the swingset bores you
I can show you all my talent
I can wear a tan, like other bitches can't
You can have all this, boy
And there's only one thing that I want from you
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
Feel it comin', comin', comin', oh
Feel it runnin', runnin', runnin', oh
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
You want to ride my bicycle
You want to ride my bike
If the world starts freezing
I can make it hot and humid
If you get a bee-sting
I can suck out all the poison
I can make you last, like other bitches can't
Have I made it clear, boy?
There's only one thing that I want from you
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
Feel it comin', comin', comin', oh
Feel it runnin', runnin', runnin', oh
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
I'm only fuckin' with you
Fuck you for thinkin' it's true
I'm not like the sluts in this town
They make me blehh in my mouth
I wanna ride on your bike
'Cause you're the boy that I like
It's like I'm a sellout for you
But your bike's so shiny and new
She's distracted, by my reflectors
Man, I can tell the chick is attracted
My wheels spoke to her, my Schwinn is a chick magnet
Baggin' up chicks like a bag of chips
With a bag of prophylactics as big as Mick Jagger lips
Shaggin' something I'm a pro at, but I ain't practicing shit
Allen, Iverson of safe sex, condoms are for practice, man, I skip practice
Flip backwards while I flip this bike on it's banana seat
My fantasy's to have you land where the kickstand is
Got this bitch gaggin', they call me the broad killer
I'm the cousin of Godzilla
'Cause I spit fire and my dick's draggin'
Zigzaggin' up the avenue
Pullin' these chicks in my antagonist wagon, screamin'
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
Feel it comin', comin', comin', oh
Feel it runnin', runnin', runnin', oh
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
You want to ride my bicycle
You want to ride my bike
You want to ride my bicycle
You want to ride my bike, haha
If you got a sweet tooth
You can taste my watermelons
If the swingset bores you
I can show you all my talent
I can wear a tan, like other bitches can't
You can have all this, boy
And there's only one thing that I want from you
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
Feel it comin', comin', comin', oh
Feel it runnin', runnin', runnin', oh
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
You want to ride my bicycle
You want to ride my bike
If the world starts freezing
I can make it hot and humid
If you get a bee-sting
I can suck out all the poison
I can make you last, like other bitches can't
Have I made it clear, boy?
There's only one thing that I want from you
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
Feel it comin', comin', comin', oh
Feel it runnin', runnin', runnin', oh
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
I'm only fuckin' with you
Fuck you for thinkin' it's true
I'm not like the sluts in this town
They make me blehh in my mouth
I wanna ride on your bike
'Cause you're the boy that I like
It's like I'm a sellout for you
But your bike's so shiny and new
She's distracted, by my reflectors
Man, I can tell the chick is attracted
My wheels spoke to her, my Schwinn is a chick magnet
Baggin' up chicks like a bag of chips
With a bag of prophylactics as big as Mick Jagger lips
Shaggin' something I'm a pro at, but I ain't practicing shit
Allen, Iverson of safe sex, condoms are for practice, man, I skip practice
Flip backwards while I flip this bike on it's banana seat
My fantasy's to have you land where the kickstand is
Got this bitch gaggin', they call me the broad killer
I'm the cousin of Godzilla
'Cause I spit fire and my dick's draggin'
Zigzaggin' up the avenue
Pullin' these chicks in my antagonist wagon, screamin'
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
Feel it comin', comin', comin', oh
Feel it runnin', runnin', runnin', oh
Come on, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical, on your bicycle
You want to ride my bicycle
You want to ride my bike
You want to ride my bicycle
You want to ride my bike, haha
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Francis Gonzalez, Frederick Mercury, Alexander Junior Grant, Holly B. Hafermann, Marshall B. Mathers Iii
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