The Rough Chins (Hip Hop)
• Written by PBeats
PBeats once again listen to this ye right about now ye
(Instrumental for 20 secndes before start)
May I have your attention please?
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To make some money (to make some money)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We'll walk through the beach together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Her nipples are trembling, chins rough, hairs are soft
There's food on her jeans already, girl friend's spaghetti
She's nervous, but on the surface she looks calm and ready to make some money,
But she keeps on forgetting what she wrote down,
And I am, a nice person
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
'Cause I am, a nice person
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am
You better become a doctor
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to make some money
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
You better become a doctor
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to make some money
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
So lets go back
Follow the star as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through the beach
I once used to call home sweet home
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the beach now
And when I'm gone, just make some money, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my trembling nipples
Just know that I'm looking down on you loving
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just become a doctor
And when she's gone, just make some money, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of her rough chins
Just know that she's looking down on you smiling
And her didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain
Just become a doctor in your jeans.
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Member since September 21 2015