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[Jorma] Yea This beat remind me of back in the day Sunshine chillin Man, tell em about your perfect Saturday [Jorm and Kiva] Woke up at ten, no worries at all Another sunny day in LA, that’s how we roll Hit my homie J cuz he rolls the blunts tight Head’s still spinnin from the freaks last night Yea man, you know I got the sticky for sho And 5 females coming over at 4 I’mma hop in the shower, clean my nuts Throw on the polo sport to impress the stunts Rollin up in the Charger with the suicide doors Top down cruising as I head to the store Jim has some brews, everything that we need Then back to the crib smoking indoor weed It’s the perfect Saturday, there’s knock on the door Letras de cancionesMan these girls are here early, it’s a quarter to four Man, which of these freaks I’mma see in my bed Open the door and see my homie Ned Oh hey guys, how’s it going? (Wuddup Ned?) I got 911, need to use your head (That’s a no can do, ooh your breath is all hit) Yea, I know, now move, I gotta take a shit (Now normally Ned, the bathroom was yours But we got those fine freaks coming over at 4) Fine freaks?! Okay, new plan I’ll just hold it and let out small farts for the rest of the night Okay Ned, thanks for stopping by (You’re welcome) Seriously Ned, it was good to see you (I know) Listen, the freaks are gonna be here any minute We gotta get rid of this guy Hey dude, he’s your friend, you should ask him to leave Listen, if the freaks come here he cannot be here Oh, god [fart noises] Shit! Ah, one second What time is it? It’s 4, it’s them Who? The freaks? Yes, get Ned out Ned you gotta hop out the window But we’re on the 5th floor, Yes, move like endo I’m not doing that Then hit the bathroom on the double The dump's in my butt and your toilets are trouble Look, seriously I’ll hold it I’ve been in this situation literally hundreds of times Oh what the fuck? Oh no I’m gonna need to borrow some pants No Oh hey ladies (Oh my God it smells like fuckin death in here) Hey freaks! (This place smells like shit) It was them We're out of here Becca wait Oh you guys blew it Well that’s too bad but we ain’t mad No. In fact, we got something to show you It’s down this hallway, and open this door (A surprise?) Yea man, something like that So walk out front and don’t look back (What’s all this plastic? Were you painting last night?) Don’t worry about it, just walk towards the light (It sure is pretty) Yea, sure is Close your eyes Ned (You’re my only friends) [gunshot] [Kiva] Yea, motherfuckers You already think you were gonna get out of this without a fart joke did you? You wack motherfuckers You pussy motherfuckers The fuck yall thinkin? This is Lonely Island! Oh cause we got a little paper now? And you see us on the TV You think we don’t do fart jokes no more? We were doin fart jokes when you were suckin ya mama’s tit Ya fart motherfuckers, fuck yall [fart] From Letras Mania