Fanny Pack ft. m_rm_r & Trynity Lyrics

Walk out heads turn

Gaga, Hepburn

Make girls feel they deserve better

All y'all slack-jawed

Go home, jack off

Talk is cheap plus your words half off

I hit dancefloor drunk do backflip

You do awkward move you practiced

Don't get too close, I might hurt you

I'm like porcupine like cactus

Not 'bout cheese I stay 'bout craft

That's why all them shows get packed

Get up off your lazy ass and throw that junk like trailer trash

Not 'bout cheese I stay 'bout Craft like Marlon

That's why all them shows get packed like sardines

I'm like Riff Raff, except I tip-toe through gardens

Fanny

Turn my Friday to confetti

Gas me up until I'm fried

Gas me up until I'm ready

I'm talkin baby

Turn my Friday to confetti

Gas me up until I'm fried

Gas me up until I'm ready

Until I

Darlin' I know you can dance

I see you holding it back

Let's go in the back

I see that loaf in the back

Why ain't you showing me that

Throwing me that

I ain't got children so I hope you know what I mean when I tell you he's growing too fast

Don't get offended when we on the dancefloor and you begin to feel a pole in your ass

Oops, I did it again like Britney

I wanna dance with some Whitney

My nuts carried under wood and Carrie Underwood fuck with me

If you want me, get me whiskey

I might give you something back

Is you staring at my fanny or just at my fanny pack

Fanny

Turn my Friday to confetti

Gas me up until I'm fried

Gas me up until I'm ready

Oh baby

Turn my Friday to confetti

Gas me up until I'm fried

Gas me up until I'm ready

Until I