You know that bitch a whore, if she could she'd f*ck Sulley
I turn this shit to scare floor little buddy
I'm tweaking out day n nite, Kid Cudi
Pass me the cup, put that shit all in my belly
Skrt off in the night, yeah I'm feelin' like a phantom
Dasher Dixon Donner yeah I might as well be Prancer
Got me a new jawn, she a background dancer Don't mind that shit, cah I'm hidin' from
The cameras
If you call my phone DnD I won't answer
Bad mami say she want LA she gettin France huh
Tryin' to push this bitch, take the E-brake off
Even in the night, all black, I drip that hot sauce
Brand new Dodge Charger, stole the motherf*ckin' cop car
Ridin' through the night, cruisin', pull my pants up
Rather get caught with it, than get caught lackin
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
(Aye where the f*ck my *** at man where the f*ck it go)
You know that bitch a whore, if she could she'd f*ck Sulley
I turn this shit to scare floor little buddy
I'm tweaking out day n nite, Kid Cudi
Pass me the cup, put that shit all in my belly
Skrt off in the night, yeah I'm feelin' like a phantom
Dasher Dixon Donner yeah I might as well be Prancer
Got me a new jawn, she a background dancer Don't mind that shit, cah I'm hidin' from
The cameras
If you call my phone DnD I won't answer
Bad mami say she want LA she gettin France huh
Walk with a limp carry that shit in my pants huh
F*cking on his bitch I ain't know she was a fan huh
Dashboy Johnny - Phantom Lyrics
Dashboy Johnny - Phantom Lyrics
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You know that bitch a whore, if she could she'd f*ck Sulley
I turn this shit to scare floor little buddy
I'm tweaking out day n nite, Kid Cudi
Pass me the cup, put that shit all in my belly
Skrt off in the night, yeah I'm feelin' like a phantom
Dasher Dixon Donner yeah I might as well be Prancer
Got me a new jawn, she a background dancer Don't mind that shit, cah I'm hidin' from
The cameras
If you call my phone DnD I won't answer
Bad mami say she want LA she gettin France huh
Tryin' to push this bitch, take the E-brake off
Even in the night, all black, I drip that hot sauce
Brand new Dodge Charger, stole the motherf*ckin' cop car
Ridin' through the night, cruisin', pull my pants up
Rather get caught with it, than get caught lackin
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
(Aye where the f*ck my *** at man where the f*ck it go)
You know that bitch a whore, if she could she'd f*ck Sulley
I turn this shit to scare floor little buddy
I'm tweaking out day n nite, Kid Cudi
Pass me the cup, put that shit all in my belly
Skrt off in the night, yeah I'm feelin' like a phantom
Dasher Dixon Donner yeah I might as well be Prancer
Got me a new jawn, she a background dancer Don't mind that shit, cah I'm hidin' from
The cameras
If you call my phone DnD I won't answer
Bad mami say she want LA she gettin France huh
Walk with a limp carry that shit in my pants huh
F*cking on his bitch I ain't know she was a fan huh
I turn this shit to scare floor little buddy
I'm tweaking out day n nite, Kid Cudi
Pass me the cup, put that shit all in my belly
Skrt off in the night, yeah I'm feelin' like a phantom
Dasher Dixon Donner yeah I might as well be Prancer
Got me a new jawn, she a background dancer Don't mind that shit, cah I'm hidin' from
The cameras
If you call my phone DnD I won't answer
Bad mami say she want LA she gettin France huh
Tryin' to push this bitch, take the E-brake off
Even in the night, all black, I drip that hot sauce
Brand new Dodge Charger, stole the motherf*ckin' cop car
Ridin' through the night, cruisin', pull my pants up
Rather get caught with it, than get caught lackin
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
(Aye where the f*ck my *** at man where the f*ck it go)
You know that bitch a whore, if she could she'd f*ck Sulley
I turn this shit to scare floor little buddy
I'm tweaking out day n nite, Kid Cudi
Pass me the cup, put that shit all in my belly
Skrt off in the night, yeah I'm feelin' like a phantom
Dasher Dixon Donner yeah I might as well be Prancer
Got me a new jawn, she a background dancer Don't mind that shit, cah I'm hidin' from
The cameras
If you call my phone DnD I won't answer
Bad mami say she want LA she gettin France huh
Walk with a limp carry that shit in my pants huh
F*cking on his bitch I ain't know she was a fan huh
Writer: John Burns
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