Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deldrich Beedle
Songwriter
Lyrics
Oh pardon me
How you doin Ms. Lady
Rare jawn
Thicker than a glass bottle
Give me the key
Ring ya bell Anita Ward
High on it
Hydro pilot
If I ask 21 questions
Will you answer them all
I ain't doin it for my health
See ima ride for all the dawgs
Yeah I came with a pack
And imma leave
With them all
Yeah I been hit before
With my back against the wall
Don't mind me
I'm just poppin
I'm a hot boy
Hot boy boming
Got the block hot
Hot boy summer
In the middle of the winter
Now we can
Cross it all off
X, y, and z
Now I'm totally crossed off
Like Chris Kelly
I done hit a home run
Now I'm in the major league
Now I'm beggin for mercy
WWE
And it's all good
Hope you swim good
In the middle of the ocean
You don't even ease up
She a she ether
Fighting with
The eye of the tiger
Got the right dial
Dial up number nine
In the land of the snakes
Hope you don't
Rally a crowd
And I'm moving
Like a vulture
Speaking volume now
Who the loudest
In the room
Silent voices child
This is devils playground
All hills have eyes
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Mamacita
Written by: Deldrich Beedle