C'mon Let Me Ride

Album: Don't Look Down (2012)
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  • And the wheels go 'round, and 'round, and 'round

    If you got a sweet tooth
    You can taste my watermelon
    If a swing set bores you
    I can show you all my talents
    I can wear a tan like other bitches can
    You can have all this, boy
    And there's only one thing that I want from you (hey, hey, hey)

    C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
    It's so fantastical on your bicycle
    We can get a little more physical
    Baby, after all, it's only natural
    I feel it coming, coming, coming, oh (hey, hey)
    Feel it running, running, running, ohh-oh (hey, hey)
    C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
    It's so fantastical on your bicycle, whoa

    You want to ride my bicycle
    You want to ride my bike (ha ha)

    If the world starts freezing, I can make it hot and humid
    If you get a bee-sting, I can suck out all the poison
    I can make you last like all the bitches can't
    Have I made it clear, boy?
    There's only one thing that I want from you, hey

    C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
    It's so fantastical on your bicycle
    We can get a little more physical
    Baby, after all, it's only natural
    I feel it coming, coming, coming, oh (hey, hey)
    Feel it running, running, running, oh (hey, hey)
    C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
    It's so fantastical, on your bicycle, ohh-oh

    I'm only fucking with you
    Fuck you for thinking it's true
    I'm not like the sluts in this town
    They make me blah in my mouth
    I wanna ride on your bike
    'Cause you're the boy that I like
    It's like I'm a sell out for you
    But your bike's so shiny and new (shiny and new)

    She's distracted by my reflectors, man, I can tell the chick's attracted
    My wheels spoke to her, my Schwinn is a chick magnet
    Bagging up chicks like a bag of chips
    With a bag of prophylactics as big as Mick Jagger lips
    Shagging's something I'm a pro at, but I ain't practicing shit
    Allen Iverson has safe sex, condoms are for practice, man, I skip practice
    Flip backwards while I flip this bike on it's banana seat
    My fantasy's to have you land where the kickstand is
    Got this bitch gagging, they call me the broad killer
    I'm the cousin of Godzilla
    'Cause I spit fire and my dick's draggin'
    Zig-zaggin' up the avenue
    Pulling these chicks in my antagonist wagon, screamin'

    C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
    It's so fantastical on your bicycle
    We can get a little more physical
    Baby, after all, it's only natural
    I feel it coming, coming, coming, oh
    Feel it running, running, running, oh
    C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
    It's so fantastical on your bicycle, ooh-oh

    You want to ride my bicycle
    You want to ride my bike (ha ha)
    You want to ride my bicycle
    You want to ride my bike (ha ha) Writer/s: Alexander Junior Grant, Frederick Mercury, Holly Hafermann, Marshall B. Mathers, Michael Francis Gonzalez
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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