Jimmy the Human, m_rm_r - Fanny Pack (feat. Trynity)

Walk out heads turn
Gaga, Hepburn
Make girls feel they deserve better
All y'all slack-jawed
Go home, jack off
Talk is cheap plus your words half off
I hit dancefloor drunk do backflip
You do awkward move you practiced
Don't get too close, I might hurt you
I'm like porcupine like cactus
Not 'bout cheese I stay 'bout craft
That's why all them shows get packed
Get up off your lazy ass and throw that junk like trailer trash
Not 'bout cheese I stay 'bout Craft like Marlon
That's why all them shows get packed like sardines
I'm like Riff Raff, except I tip-toe through gardens
Fanny
Turn my Friday to confetti
Gas me up until I'm fried
Gas me up until I'm ready
I'm talkin baby
Turn my Friday to confetti
Gas me up until I'm fried
Gas me up until I'm ready
Until I
Darlin' I know you can dance
I see you holding it back
Let's go in the back
I see that loaf in the back
Why ain't you showing me that
Throwing me that
I ain't got children so I hope you know what I mean when I tell you he's growing too fast
Don't get offended when we on the dancefloor and you begin to feel a pole in your ass
Oops, I did it again like Britney
I wanna dance with some Whitney
My nuts carried under wood and Carrie Underwood fuck with me
If you want me, get me whiskey
I might give you something back
Is you staring at my fanny or just at my fanny pack
Fanny
Turn my Friday to confetti
Gas me up until I'm fried
Gas me up until I'm ready
Oh baby
Turn my Friday to confetti
Gas me up until I'm fried
Gas me up until I'm ready
Until I

Written by:
James Fasulo

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