Werbung entfernenG D C CRaise your hand if you like American bitches
G DLocked in girl on girl kisses
C AmWell, I Do
G D C CYou're just mad you can't score American bitches
G DSo you're blowing up shit, which
C AmJust goes to prove
C Am G DThat eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
C Am G DYes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
DWhat kind of a man sits Indian style?
G D CCamping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
AmAin't gonna get your wack ass laid
G D CCamping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Am Em EmAin't gonna get your wack ass laid
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Trust me holmes, you would kill for American bitches
And the freedom of tits if
You only knew, who-hoo
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)
Chorus
CCome to Infidelphia
AmAnd fall in love with the unholy
G DMy boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie
CJust
AmDon't bring up
GWhat that club
DYou belong to does...
DDungeons & Dragons
Chorus
Outro
G D CWhere I come from bras are booby traps
Am x4
And soft targets have a bikini wax
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