Lonely Island
We’ve been here for a minute now
This some grown man shit
I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money
Dude I got that diaper money, I’m a grown ass man
Ayo I got that diaper money ‘cause my kids is the shit
So I say I’m gonna hustle to keep my pocket but fit
I got papers and papers and tapes
All for baby’s mistakes
Just so my comperton drapes (don’t get shit on em)
I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money
Dude I got that diaper money, I’m a grown ass man
I got that wife pussy, I got that wife pussy
I got that wife pussy, I got that pussy on lock
I got that wife pussy on lock 24/7
Whenever she left me I’m insane pussy heaven
And the best past about it
Is no one else could have it
And also I can’t have it unless she says I can
See a girl on the street, man I can’t so I won’t
See my wife at home, man I would but she hates my guts
I got that wife pussy, I got that wife pussy
I got that wife pussy, I got that pussy on lock
I got that grave plot, I got that grave plot
I got that grave plot, it’s right off the highway
Wobble dee, wobble dee drop into my grave plot
You afraid of death? Well I’m afraid not
‘Cause I got the bomb spot right off the highway
I did it my way, a very small percent of the time range
I got my coffin picked out
Styrofoam painted like wood, tricked out
It’s even got handles to lower me smooth
And my tomb stone only has minimal typos
I got that grave plot, I got that grave plot
I got that grave plot, right next to my dad
I got that diaper money, I got that wife pussy
I got that grave plot, I’m a grown ass man
compositores: A. Samberg,A. Schaffer,J. Taccone,J. Coleman,R. Witherspoon, Jr.
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