Play me some Pippin man
Jason, that's on the beat.
Say hey!
Mrs. Buttersworth!
Ooh, babe, you got the ass.
Babe, come show me what it's worth.
Hey, ooh, babe.
Say, Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby.
You got ass.
Babe, come show me what it's worth.
I'm Mr. Buzzword.
I was on a perk.
Chased it with the surf.
Got you buttered up.
You know what I'm worth.
Red Dew is the first.
You want that new purse.
First you gotta ride for me.
Throw it in reverse.
Open up your legs.
Like you giving birth.
Introduce you to new positions.
Now you diverse.
She was talking big shit.
Now you in the loss for words.
But you do you the best.
Even at your worst.
Doubled up my doses, got me a fork from my nurse.
I finesse the dots with the scripts like it's rehearsed.
Fill you up for breakfast, then I send your ass to work.
Big blunt of gelato and wedding cake for dessert.
This is what it's worth.
Smoke something.
Ooh, babe, you got the ass.
Babe, come show me what it's worth.
Hey, ooh, hey.
Say, Mrs. Botsworth, come on, baby.
You got ass.
Hey, come show me what is what.
I'm Mr. Butterswood.
Hey, got me going crazy with the ass so fat.
Have mercy, have mercy.
Don't you dare make it a clap.
Got me hot and bothered by the smell of flapjacks.
Girl, it's in the morning.
Why you got me throwing racks?
Mrs. Buttersworthy, all that I imagine.
And you really got that fucking wagon.
Wake up every morning and you got that shit clappin'.
Goddamn, Gravy, why you gotta keep snappin'?
Miss Buttersworth, you the perfect lady When you tuck me in, got me feelin' like a baby
Damn girl, why you so tasty?
Spread a little butter on the biscuits and the gravy.
Mrs. Buttersworth.
Ooh, baby, you got the ass.
Baby, come show me what it's worth.
Shut the fuck up!
