DOSTOYEVSKY lyrics

[Verse 1]
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm c*cky, c*cky, c*cky, c*cky, c*cky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the b*tches just play
I'm lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry, what? I didn't hear what you say
Oh, lord
I think I got a problem
Woke up in a Harem
We forget it, then I got 'em

[Verse 2]
Yeah, di*k in her ass, huh, smoother, huh, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
di*k in her ass, her pus*y smells like seaweed
Run with the Aquaman, I could eat a kiwi
Moët on my peepee, and you still don't believe me
I'm so rare, you will never see me
On my tongue, girl, la-la-la
Peelin' my bana-na-na
From a world of sta-mi-na
Sounds like na-na, na-na
Kiss girls, 'cause I can talk fast
(A. G. Cook, live from news twenty thousand)
[Verse 3]
Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets
Kanye East with my words — best friend with your clit, yeah
pus*y tastes like crook school, b*tches call me Scissorhands
Not good for fingering, but they might cut hella bands
Got a way with words, I'm good with my mouth
I be livin' in the streets because that song burned my house
It's getting hot in here, if we measure by the temperature
Got the fifth gear in smoking (Wow), with agents and managers

[Outro]
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm c*cky, c*cky, c*cky, c*cky, c*cky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the b*tches just play
I'm c*cky, c*cky, c*cky, c*cky, c*cky like a
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry (A. G.), I didn't hear what you say