Dry Songtext / Lyric

brrrrr snap brrrrr ahh ha snap

brrrr snap

my m' m' style i was washing it into

warm water gonna flap you up too

I stick a fag on your back it's blue

I say down down honey we'll be coming through

hot shot waiting for his time to show

(proof) hey I'm an arab getting fooled for you

how you gonna make a juice from a pulp?

gonna mash it up and shove it in my mouth

brrrr snap brrr-faggot oh wait you want me to stay?

where's your cheque when I deposit, hey?

where we going? when you'll be stormin'?

(brrrr snap) x3

running from a gun or something that weigh a tonne

i could tell that you'd be fun

ten sipping kahlúa

throw my keys up in your palm baby

i could be the one

we could fertilise your lawn

maybe put it in the song, bitch

I'm the type to choose

lay you face down be the game to bruise

too true I'm something new

cold blood love got shit to prove

brrrr(bitch bitch bitch)

brrrr as you shock me down

brrrr as he falls to the ground

brrrrr and the system is snowing

brrrr oh baby, are we growing?

i can kick it, nip

anti safer chick

play you and then quit

love her fitchet frisk

call it risky buis'

wait i'll pimp this shit

brrrr snap

it's my time on front line

on the stage i sip wine

theres no truth except mine

some palm trees and sunshine

'how'd he do that?'

ha speaker gonn' crack

i'm the reason she's in season

bring change back

woof now she pound the floor

tie her too tight

they'll be back for more

love your under tone

tight grip features and she love the flow

locked her downtown