Lyrics no no 2: ya ya - ceo@business.net, Lentra, Jungle Bobby

no no 2: ya ya

Fuck!
Fucked up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Too hot for my own socks
I’m the CEO of punk rock
Said I’m too hot for my own socks
I’m the CEO of punk rock, yeah
Labels calling me every day of the week
Hanging up the phone and calling them freaks
What the fuck they do, what’s the point of all these?
What the fuck it does?
I do things you can’t imagine
Pocket change to me is fashion
Diamond chains, everyday fame
Okay man, tell me again
I do things you can’t imagine
Pocket change to me is fashion
Diamond chains, everyday fame
Okay man, tell me again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Too hot for my own socks
I’m the CEO of punk rock
Said I’m too hot for my own socks
I’m the CEO of punk rock, yeah
Leggo my eggo, my baby fire like a fuego
I found this bitch on Omegle, she say she don’t like manchego
But I got cheese like the queso, fees they can’t pay for
I just need a bad lil' bitch with gold like a rainbow
Every time I see her she make me say 'oh yayayaya'
And she got that itty-bitty body with the waist low
Shake it up, she bounce it all like she be on the payroll
Fuck it up she talking like I’m broker than a payphone
Yeah yeah, no no, I fuck with the coco
And I got the drip you drown, I pull up on the rowboat
Yeah yeah, no no, I don’t wanna photo
Running up the digits with the bitches like it slo-mo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Too hot for my own socks
I’m the CEO of punk rock
Said I’m too hot for my own socks
I’m the CEO of punk rock, yeah