Yuh P.E. Twain & Texas Power Wash - Asking for It

Bitch sent me a photo
With her clothes off
Offer me a blow job
Hell no thot
I think they are programmed
Like a robot
Need a fucking dicked rammed
I don't know thot
Bitch sent me a photo
With her clothes off
Offer me a blow job
Hell no thot
I think they are programmed
Like a robot
Need a fucking dicked rammed
I don't know thot

Hey taliban
And the fucking ku klux klan
They're not members of my band
In fact kill em if you can
Yeah i'm off a fucking xan
And your bitch blow like a fan
She gon give me both her hands
Ima pole her that's my plan
Polar bear like the arctic
Push it and I start
Bitch i'm an artist
Bitch you are starving
Chief Keef to the bank
Uh Ha Ha Ha Ha
Tryna to my thang
Uh Guap Guap Guap Guap
Bitch gon give me brain
Ride me like a train
Smoking all my strain
Life is a restraint
Uh Ha Ha Ha Ha
Uh Ha Ha Ha Ha
Chief Keef to the bank
Uh Ha Ha Ha Ha

Bitch sent me a photo
With her clothes off
Offer me a blow job
Hell no thot
I think they are programmed
Like a robot
Need a fucking dicked rammed
I dont know thot

Flying but no batmobile
Oil spill gon break the seal
What's up dope boy what's the deal
I'm tryna go and push these pills
Hundred dollar bills
Spend it for the thrill
Fuck boy meet my drill
Go and run some fucking drills
I got drip not tommy hill
I got whip not emmett till
Everyday new vehicle
Tryna flip some chemicals
All you bitches in my phone
Tryna get some fucking dro
I dont give a fuck ya know
But I still gon fuck ya ho

Bitch sent me a photo
With her clothes off
Offer me a blow job
Hell no thot
I think they are programmed
Like a robot
Need a fucking dicked rammed
I don't know thot
Bitch sent me a photo
With her clothes off
Offer me a blow job
Hell no thot
I think they are programmed
Like a robot
Need a fucking dicked rammed
I don't know thot

Written by:
Bryce Laliberte

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