So she bent over, heard a big grip..
There goes her ripped blue jeans.
|Animal Prints, |
Pants Fuera Control..
This is how she roll.
|Escapin' the shit ol' blues,|
Steppin' out like a freako..
Pumpin' it up with some sweet convulsion,
Forkin' out some sweet control.
'Cause she ain't good when it comes to control..
'Cause she ain't good when it comes to parole..
Ahuh..what an a-hole.
Anythin' Red + Animal Prints + E = ♥