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Correct Dos Equis Lyrics
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I'm a plastic surgeon, dick shape face I got NASCAR novels, I was build to race Gone the long hot summer, I was gone through space It's the next best thing, making soda and base It ain't the drill at a hun', it ain't the people we're chasing Or these bitches that you came to toot, is basically basic I'm getting white boy wasted, I'm waking up with a poor start She walking around naked like she my personal all star I push one button and boom: "hey, baby, how can I serve you today? " Pussy wet like a typhoon. Ass is unreal, it look like a cartoon Immaculate back stroll, anal and deep throat Whatever the fuck I want you get to make it happen Powder her nose and she never take a break in the action Shit, I'm about to miss my flight First class to London, fucking with you all night [Chorus] Act up in this motherfucker, spending all my money on her Because I don't care blowing kush in the air Dropping car, feeling like spaceships Riding with models and stripping ace in the club Show international girls how to do it with dub While my chain swing left to right Came with the party with you, do it all night My money never run out, we party 'till the sun out We have Patron shots, so we know we're about to come out From west to uncut, working at home From BJ to YJ, now the J grown One click of the wrist, I compare her to gun flight patrol On your turn flight to predator draw more Not to mention Pitbull bully razor heads Bloodline, Wu-Tang fans, police Stupid, get it right, off the chain for a fight Or the flash green lights meeting at your door sight Let's go to war now, off the world is steady Wake up to your nightmare, Freddy Krueger's ready Want your fingers sliced, now you pay the price Put your light on the line if you feel get that nice Running bullshit over here, get you shot Stupid, I retreat that, everything you're not Exits more the spot, that's everything that's hot Walk right upon you and run everything you've got [Chorus] I, I, I hit 'em with a nuke, get the pussy They're scared to shoot My niggas get you with the 21 gun, salute I paratroop to your city, hit the club, recruit Let's see some titties Boogie words for shitty birds, I learn from the smartest Treat the bitch like a bitch, treat the queen like a goddess I coast it, bum bought it, weighting me down Sleight the razor to your throat, what can you say to me now? This is dope out above law, thousands of pounds Keep the crowd in a chokehold, deliver the rounds I'm going from living with clowns to rocking a crown It protect my self silence oppressed the sound You was up a body violence, working jaw to the ground Making how you got knocked down the talk of the town Stick around for the fireworks, apocalypse now Hear it out, make them dollars work, smoking that loud [Chorus]
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