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letra de ivy-a-go-go - cyanide and silicone

[verse 1: dubby]
go, go, go, go, go big dancers
silver dress, fishnets are the answers
shaking all that ass on stage, get paid
with their hundred dollar bills tucked into they waist
aw sh-t, yeah i’m living in my hay-day
what’s a pay day? throw money at the ak
roll around in a beat down cutlass
did a burnout made your girl need a tuck’s strip
my shack makes a good time twisted
(yeah, it’s gonna be well wicked)
red lights like starsky and hutch
got a sign on the back, you can look but can’t touch
often, vigilante in the crossfit
brian got the v.i.p. we’re the boss, b-tch
jump around silly off-stage to the mosh-pit
vixen walked in like farrah fawcett

[hook: dubby/zach x4]
fishnets, cigarеttes, and liquor on the house

[verse 2: brin]
uh, i rеally got my nuts out
putting gravy on your b-tch with her b-tt out
working at the joe shack is a hoot
getting funky with the slack jawed hookers in the black boots
ian’s getting with a go-go dancer
he told her that he had about a week left of cancer
if you wonder if the jack is your answer
just stick your ass up and you’ll cum in your ranchers
really, slip and slag jazz on the ceiling
got the disco ball but the paint coat’s peeling
hair-line thinning, gold dust on my waist-line
window’s tinted, bathroom snorting paint lines
dale’s got the cake knife, good clean fun
and she don’t got the ass for the pants but she needs one
head on, apply directly to the forehead
pull the black cutlass up to your doorstep
[hook: dubby/zach x4]
fishnets, cigarettes, and liquor on the house

[verse 3: brin]
move around to the beat, nomadic baby
smoke poison ivy everyday, it’s still a habit for me
i don’t take dances if you look like a cabbage lady
trunk full of old pre-rolls and my baggage, baby
mustache in my boxers
i don’t watch cop shows, i just go out and stop robbers
oakley shades on an all black chopper
woke up fading a box of gobstoppers
she c-ck slopping kn-bgobbler
nose m-ffins, i’m a coke-headed monster
with four heads and i own a go-go themed shed
or a shack, either way i get head and slap asses
i feel like a grindhouse film to the masses
the media see me and dale as the kingpins
b-tches see me and dale every weekend
mid-class dreaming, fishnets till i’m seasick

[hook: dubby/zach x4]
fishnets, cigarettes, and liquor on the house

- cyanide and silicone

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