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You can pop you can pop my tire but your phone number still 967 d i c to the k and that's the bottom of it that's the whole story every lady in your family wants me more than you I wish I didn't have to be so g-rated in my lyrics All I know is that you and your fella love each other and you'll always be together oh oh now guess what you pop my tire and left me hanging you're supposed to fix things like that but you know what's hanging oh man what do you do to them boys when you're all alone with them you just love them all you just Jones for them loving loving loving love and love and loving the booty bandits that's what they call you West Richland it's hella small it's tiny like what you got in your junk piles oh yeah you're junk piles why are they so small everybody knows oh baby hahaha haha it's like a jungle but the power Trip struggle lands in my favor cuz you can only be the Don mega in your world for a measly 10 hours a day I can do it all day you're such a clown refer to your phone number everybody's going to end up calling it now just to poke fun hahaha