Burlington Soap Factory - JAUGHTER Lyrics

I wanna have a Jaughter,
Yeah!
I wanna have a Jaughter,
Yeah.

Im in her Mr Beast,
She's up in my cleats,
I wash the sheets,
Take em' to the priest,
I like to feast,
Maybe on some yeast,
Ooh yummy yummy yummy,
Mmm, in my tummy,
Yes!

Bmos a cat! (Bmos a cat)
And she runs so very fast! (And she runs so very fast)
And she knows how to fast (And she knows how to fast)
And she likes to eat grass (And she likes to eat grass)
And she knows who you are (So dont mess with her stars)
So dont mess with her stars.

I wanna go to Wingstop,
Yeah!
I wanna make those things pop,
Ooh!
Shes so hot call her Steve Jobs,
Apple!

Im really f*cking mellow now like im really f*cking im not even f*cking im not even f*cking anymore
Crazy
Apple jobs Steve jobs
Apple jobs Steve jobs
She go on my thing til I almost nob,
She go on my thing til I almost cob,
She is so crazy love her so much,
She is so crazy love her so much,
With those chips on her head, love her so much
Love her so much, Love her so much.

My Jaughter, watches TV on her Sprint cell phone,
With Mr Beast, who gave her 30 bucks.
Yeah!
Stuff like that, is what keeps this shit constitutional,
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