From First to Last Dead Baby Kick Ball Letras:
Girl, you must think that I'm crazy,
but we all know you's a cutie,
and you're all like,
"nuh-uh, boys don't wanna
be with me"
Girl, please
I can see right through those
fake colored contacts;
your eyes ain't blue, I bet
that hair's held by glue

Hey, shorty, why you playing games
to scared to play, the rules were made,
to drop these names, and now
you got nothing to say

It's like that episode of cheaters,
and I'm the dude with the gun,
hiding cameras in your bedroom
Girl, I know what you've done;
I might be your baby's daddy,
but that don't mean shit
when every dude on the block
knows that you're a trick

Hey, shorty, why you playing games
to scared to play, the rules were made,
to drop these names, and now
you got nothing to say

Uh, I'm not a rock star, but I
still tend to rock hard
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You try to play games, tease and
try to keep me rock hard,
try to make me slap you and
see me in a cop car,
catch me speeding in stock cars,
expecting me to stop hard
You playing with the mind of
the craziest kind,
telling me how much you love
me when I know that you're
lying;
you must be snorting lines if you
think that I'm crying
You manipulating
backstabbing cold and
kaniving,
I went from last to first but
this is first to last
I'm the major league player, you
can kiss my ass, trick

Drop it like it's hot!
Shake it like a salt shaker
Hot!
Shake it like a salt shaker
Hot!
Shake it like a salt shaker
Hot!
Shake it like a salt shaker

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you....
Letras: Dead Baby Kick Ball From First to Last [final]