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The Grammar Club
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Get Laid
I never get laid. Hey hey hey hey. I never get laid. Hey hey hey hey. I never get laid. Hey hey hey hey. I never get laid. I never get laid. I never get laid.
Man I get laid all the time, I got some strange on the side Kinda scary for a lady not to give me a ride Except it's all just a lie I tell for confidence boost But you cannot sell a hoopty if you're telling the truth And that's the truth, boiy, know what I'm saying? Dude like me not getting lovin''less a dude like me's paying I got game, but just the kind with dice and pegs I just wanna tell some secrets in between your legs I'm sorry grandma if you're listening, I'll try a little harder Know that I could be a player if I were just a little smarter Maybe trick you into thinking that I'm Ethan Suplee Or I am Keanu Reeves with a really bad bee sting I'm fluffy, wanna give you my stuffing With a putnam that's so precious baby you gotta love me I'm a dapper little rapper and you know that I'm paid Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But it never seems to matter cause this rapper yo I never get.
I never get laid Hey hey hey hey. (Come swap some DNA with me Insert tab D into slot P)
Now I've got an SO, I said baby let's roll I got some candles and some music and the lights are real low But she just said no, cause what I said not long ago And now she's mad and I feel like my jeans are about to explode Oh No! How did this happen? I was under the impression ladies love them some rappin And the dancing and clapping, and she knows that I'm handsome So what if I said her sister looks like Scarlett Johansson? Looks like it's just practice again Who needs a woman when I have a little harem of 10? And I know everything I want, and I know everything I like I just sit on it till it's numb and call it stranger's delight I'm psyched! ...now I'm depressed Shame and the sadness and a hot little mess So just lemme get dressed and we can hit the arcade And then commiserate together how we never get, ever get...
[guitar solo]
I make myself feel glamorous Altogether fabulous, avoid the disastrous Tracks get scandalous, I hope you're not mad at us Can't sac Troy when the Trojans can't handle us Don't pout, get silly Reboot, get gritty then invade your city For a hot young filly with a name like Pracilly Who wants flapjacks, not wack, call Billy
I never get laid. Hey hey hey hey. (Three-year-old condoms on my shelf might to handle it myself)
I never get laid. Hey hey hey hey. (D'know how to do it; have to ask. Forget which hole performs what task.)
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