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Kid Rock - Paid lyrics
Oooooooooooo ooooooo...Yeahhhhhh And while your out gang bangin Trying to catch a murder case Your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face Bumpin to the bass of some old school rap jam Say what? This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand On any grown man that tries to check rock I wanna head bang, I gotta hip hop Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid Lickin that coochie with the high top fade I'm self made like Henry Ford I'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here before I want more than the next man Respect, plus the cash big checks And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray Cause the reach around just sounds so gay I don't even swing that way I told you hoes before I'm the K I to the D R O C K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin Turntable spinnin at a basement jam No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand What it's like to be so real You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel I don't need the fancy music to make mine Just the beat and the funky ass bass line Drop a couple cuts on the track A tracks to the mother fuckin wax So while your making record that don't recoup, huh I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn Oooooooooo oooooooo...Yeaaaaaahhhhh All night long I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased I want an order of fries with a side of grease I wish for peace throughout this land I want the whole fuckin world in my hands I want a band like the US Funk Mob See I can rap I don't hafta lay sod Just to make ends meet October thirty-first yellin Trick or Treat Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin You see my mask and bag bitch, I aint bullshittin Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format But still I'm labeled and treated like a doormat Where's the whores at? Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test drive I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off Hey hoe, check it out I really like to turn you out And if you be good to me I'll yoodle in your valley Kid Rock ain't nothing nice Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice Got a head full of lice cause I'm such a scum Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum Got a business mind, so if I lose the funk, I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump Hehe Yeeeaaah, Uh Yeeeaaah, Uh, Uh, Uh Yeeeaaah Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn Come on, come on Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh Hahaha Come on, come on baby, all night long Fuck me baby, let it ride, let it ride Fuck me baby, oh yeah Come on, come on, come on, oh yeah Somebody Fuck me baby, oh yeah Love me baby, oh yeah Come on baby, (Oh Yeah), all night long, (Oh Yeah) Baby, come on, (Oh Yeah), fuck me baby, (Oh Yeah) Come on and do me daddy all night long, (Oh Yeah) Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah) Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah) Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah), All night long |
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