Fatty Spins все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I try not to be dramatic – unless I hafta
But I was at the Apple Store pickin’ out a MacBook
And on my way out like “thanks for stoppin’ by”
And you walked in and you really caught my iiiiii-Pod
And I’ma put you on my playlist
I don’t know what ya name is but ya goin’ in my favorites
I got ya in my iSight, I hope ya hear cuz
Ima turn your volume up and speak into ya earbuds

[Chorus]
Doin' your mom, doin', doin' your mom
Doin' your mom, doin', doin' your mom, doin', doin' your mom, doin', doin' your mom
You know we straight, doin', doin' your mom.
[x3]

I'm doin your mom. Yes yours!
I first saw her in the Wal-Mart pickin out your drawers.

There once was this grouch named Oscar who lived in a trashcan
He was broke he couldn't get more ass than
All the other muppets and the rest of the peeps
Until he spotted this hottie on sesame street.

He said, "I really like your swagger, and I could carry on
But your smile illuminates like a Prairie Dawn.
I'm going Gonzo, so maybe we should talk

Now I Know My ABC's
Next Time Wont You Sing With Me
A-a-a-b-a
A-a-a-b-a
a-b-c's
Smart Ass, Done Graduated
A Life Time Of School And Were Glad You Made It
Ump-teen Years Of Learning Your Fall Through