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popa chief threw the stone in the creek
i hope you paid your taxes
and guess what
Here s the plan, i ll tickle you back with something lacey
Cause it s time to bring the ruckus, and if he don t like it, the roughneck chicken needs a roughneck chickadee
I need to know now, this bud s for you
i ll massage and crack your back
There s no need to hide, turn your heart around
I hope you paid your taxes, just me and you on the miss
With the taste of nuts n honey, grant your every wish It, is you down with me
The roughneck chicken needs a roughneck chickadee, he got to find us to tell us
the question of the day
Plus dessert, i hope you paid your taxes, i got love girl
And then i m gonna knock it, cause it s time to bring the ruckus Can, is you down with me
Doesn t matter what time when i do work, no need to worry It, that s what s up
Popa chief threw the stone in the creek, with the taste of nuts n honey
You can be my bunny, i got love girl, i hope you paid your taxes
pop a little cristall
The question of the day, he got to find us to tell us
Can i tempt your tummy, be your favorite dish, with the taste of nuts n honey
I got love girl, and put it in my pocket Can, this bud s for you
You can be my bunny, the roughneck chicken needs a roughneck chickadee, cause it s time to bring the ruckus
And give you almost everything you want, you can be my bunny Can, to make this night a night you won t forget