You got hella nice bonda.

Yes, I do, but not on those lips.

You know what I want? I want you to put some goddamn pants on. Cause I smell fish from a mile away. Fresh from the fucking ocean, bitch.

Holy guacamole.

There's something about you girl, and it makes my head on a twirl. And you got me thinking about all them other girls, that nobody in the world would want to see in my hour hand show. And I bet if I sing, y'all will be shook.

Trust me. I do not Me