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Mr. Bozack
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
PMD
PMD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
PMD
PMD
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Mr. Bozack
Mr. Bozack
Producer
PMD
PMD
Producer

Lyrics

Good morning Mr. Bozack time to wake up the nuts (For what) To hit the shower, so I can wash the butt Damn, word life I had a blast (Last night was crazy) It was ass for days nuts had a full tank of gas Golly G word P tits and VD Pussy kicking louder than my Alpine Benzi box Yes, I fresh sweet like gumdrops Pay me like Oprah and no one to cock block Slow down big fella, I think, you're gassing me (Why?) P, get off my big dick, chill, stop harassing me Your dick, you mean my dick and don't forget Now let me scrub that head because it smells like fish Mr. Bozack Mr. Bozack That's your fault, black no Jim hat (Explain) You got in some fly shit and stuck me in bear back Smarty, what happened over there at the party? Was it Vodka and smeared on a bit of Bacardi? No dick, sorry Mr. Bozack (Don't call me that) But you didn't help, talking 'bout (Where the hoes at?) I was hard, hard enough to buck (How hard) (Shit, you didn't rush the pussy) See, I stuffed her like a duck Mr. Bozack, you went out like a sucker (What?) Not me, G P 'cuz you the one who bucked her Hachoo damn, here's a tissue (God bless you) Yo, P I'm feeling sick Relax, what can I get you? Tetracycline No a penicillin cap, it burns Yo, chill Mr. Bozack No, I can't believe that screw that (Cool Jack) All you had to do was wear a Jim hat I reached for one but didn't quite make it She grabbed on your head piece, I couldn't quite take it Now lounge Mr. Bozack, stop cryin' like a wuss Now bone up the nuts, G 'cuz yo, there's more puss Look, P, the B O Z is like Audi Audi like who Motherfuckin' Kurt Gowdy It's the Jim oww, it burns Don't worry, G I'll have ya hooked up on Friday We'll go get the shot real quick Everything will be copestetic Oh, what the hell all Got to stab this hoe cake right?
Writer(s): Parrish Smith, Erick Sermon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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