I Want My Shit Back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Give me my shit!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Jo, give me my shit!
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I loan you my records
About a weak ago
You said I'd should get them back today
But now you don't even know
What the hell you did to them
Are you my friend
If you are at my home means
I want my records back again
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
When I went away on a trip
I'm sitting watch my girl
Next thing I know, oh boy
You tried to rock her world
You knew I would be gone
For atleast two weeks
When I came back I found you
With my girl between the cheese
(man, I)
I want my fucking vomit back!
I want my fucking vomit back!
I want my fucking vomit back!
I want my fucking vomit back!
I loan you my car
You said I'd get it back
I should have known you're like a dude
You're so fucking wack
The next thing I know you hit
And crash into my shit
Now I'm catching up fucking
But what if this is it?
I want my fucking Pinto back
I want my fucking Pinto back
I want my fucking Pinto back
I want my fucking Pinto back
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Give me my shit!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Yo, give me my shit!
Listen to the radio
Allmost blow my mind
I heard a song I couldn't believe
It sounded like that was mine
I said it then "What the shit
Is going though my head?"
Nigger, I don't want to do
But found you ain't not dead
I want my fucking dollars back
I want my fucking dollars back
I want my fucking dollars back
I want my fucking dollars back
Sign to your label
You didn't give me right
Waiting for my royalties
Every single night
Now all that I want is
The sales that you all mean
You show up weasel motherfucker
Give me back my teaser
I want my fucking batteries
I want my fucking batteries
(You motherfucker!)
I want my fucking batteries
I want my fucking batteries
(Jo, give me my shit!)
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Give me my shit!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Jo, give me my shit!
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I loan you my records
About a weak ago
You said I'd should get them back today
But now you don't even know
What the hell you did to them
Are you my friend
If you are at my home means
I want my records back again
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
When I went away on a trip
I'm sitting watch my girl
Next thing I know, oh boy
You tried to rock her world
You knew I would be gone
For atleast two weeks
When I came back I found you
With my girl between the cheese
(man, I)
I want my fucking vomit back!
I want my fucking vomit back!
I want my fucking vomit back!
I want my fucking vomit back!
I loan you my car
You said I'd get it back
I should have known you're like a dude
You're so fucking wack
The next thing I know you hit
And crash into my shit
Now I'm catching up fucking
But what if this is it?
I want my fucking Pinto back
I want my fucking Pinto back
I want my fucking Pinto back
I want my fucking Pinto back
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Give me my shit!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Yo, give me my shit!
Listen to the radio
Allmost blow my mind
I heard a song I couldn't believe
It sounded like that was mine
I said it then "What the shit
Is going though my head?"
Nigger, I don't want to do
But found you ain't not dead
I want my fucking dollars back
I want my fucking dollars back
I want my fucking dollars back
I want my fucking dollars back
Sign to your label
You didn't give me right
Waiting for my royalties
Every single night
Now all that I want is
The sales that you all mean
You show up weasel motherfucker
Give me back my teaser
I want my fucking batteries
I want my fucking batteries
(You motherfucker!)
I want my fucking batteries
I want my fucking batteries
(Jo, give me my shit!)
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
I want my daddy's records back
Credits
Writer(s): Lamar Hula Mahone, Keith D. Mayberry, Craig Bryon Simpkins
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