Weather

1. 50 shots or better Tell me what you favorite weather Hot then the Sun But I be chilling like the moon I know some stars Who like to go real far Roll you like fucking gar Then smoke you like a wood Put you in a chipper Like that young boy Dipper We going see who really with ya Knock em of just like a pitcher Please don’t have on sum fucking slippers Now we going to introduce Mr. Zipper You know he ain’t going play with ya 2. Hit you with a pan Like Peter Pan I can do anything I can Or was it Tinker with her bells Now I got her moving like snail Tapping her buns with some hail Telling me I’m her new favorite male But I told her I like the way she sails Now she on me ship Love her favorite dip But then she seen the chip She like hold on wait Then I seen it in her eye She thinking it to late Then she thought but I loving the date 3. Now she on my plate Her favorite number eight She loveing the way I move my weight We flowing like some waves But we rocking like some locks Introduce me to her flock They loving they brand new clock Tryna find out if they time really lock Now we back to them sheet Like damn baby you really a dream Already joining the team By the way they love them some beams Hit you in your nog Then feed you to some hogs They likeing they brand new log Having em bounce just like a new born frogs 4. Now 50 shots or better Tell me what you favorite weather Hot then the Sun But I be chilling like the moon I know some stars Who like to go real far Roll you like fucking gar Then smoke you like a wood Put you in a chipper Like that young boy Dipper We going see who really with ya Knock em of just like a pitcher Please don’t have on sum fucking slippers Now we going to introduce Mr. Zipper You know he ain’t going play with ya 5. He might go his A It ain’t no k But it spray just like the pave Put you in a cave Now you don’t want him out the cage He read you like a page Then slam ya like book Like how cook switch up they hook Want to test the flavor I make sure that you savor Make you think you braver Until you meet the graver Now you a shaker While them women love Mr.Quaker Mate just like the baker Choke em like the undertaker 6. Now 50 shots or better Tell me what you favorite weather Hot then the Sun But I be chilling like the moon I know some stars Who like to go real far Roll you like fucking gar Then smoke you like a wood Put you in a chipper Like that young boy Dipper We going see who really with ya Knock em of just like a pitcher