Peaches living in niches Digging the scene like beautiful cliches I wanna be clean but I gotta get high It's good to be here, so hard to come by You bring pain cause you got got game And needles and pins a man can't take Throwing shapes in a gangster lean

Thong, th-thong, thong, thong When you’ve got got an ass like mine Sweet design Baby got got back on my cockback Where's the men at? Someone’s gonna move a lot of heads What’s mine, sweet design Word travels fast “Thong Song,” I'ma bring it, part 2

Lookin' like a safe (Safe), ten bad bitches on a date (Date) I'm the reason why them niggas hate Lookin' like a safe (Safe), she got got ass like a cake (Cake) Floss in the bank, floss in the bank D.A. got that dope Floss in the bank (Ay), still got got candy on

Where are you now There's cops on the road, fuck 'em Wherever you go, I'ma follow You got got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle Man I'm on a whole 'nother level I put the bass up in your face And you feeling it treble You jokers corny like

Yeah you drive me crazy crazy crazy for you baby Come 'ere baby You know you drive me up a wall With all them nasty tricks you try to pull on my ass Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love It always seems you've got got something other than me

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher You do the bag That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

You upsets me baby. Like beein' hit by a fallin' tree, woman what you do to me. It upsets me baby. It's hard to stop. I better stop now in case I got a weak heart. Yes, she's 36 bust,

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas, With Waylon and Willie and the boys. Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys. An' "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain", Out in Luckenbach, Texas, Ain't nobody feeling no pain. Maybe it's time we got got back to the basics of

Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup? Little miss lady in the yellow, hello Would you like to push pedals through the meadow with me? (With me?) I just got got a question, baby, can I fuck on you? We zonin', baby girl, we zonin' I just want you here