CupcakKe – Squidward Nose Lyrics

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

[Verse 1]
My eyelash flew off
When I saw that dick was too soft (What the fuck?)
Need a dick like Rick Ross
Or Dora the Explorer get lost
Get in my zone, I’m ass naked at home
He knowin’ just when I’m on
I post it up like Malone
Get so much neck, it’s wrong
That I should smell like cologne
Swallow this dick, it’s gone
He’s searching for it on Chrome

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

[Verse 2]
This pussy have yo’ nigga leavin’ you hurt (Uh-huh)
Make him step out on you like phones ringin’ at church (He gone)
At The Drake Hotel so you know we on dirt
Call it “Views from The Six” when he lookin’ up my skirt (Uh)
Roses are red, violets are blue
All about the head like I’m in beauty school (Uh-huh)
I said roses are red, might turn your balls blue
‘Cause if it ain’t enough spit then my snot comin’ through
Sex occasion, nipples like raisins
I black out on that dick but my cum is caucasian
Told me to face it, went down like the basement
Don’t nut in my hole, I do not want your glazin’
Suckin’ on that dick made my lipstick slip off (Uh)
So can I wear your cum as clear lipgloss? (Uh)
Make you work that dick like I’m the big boss (Uh)
Call me Serena back and forth with his balls

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

[Verse 3]
Wanna fuck another girl, nigga are you dumb? (Dummy)
I’m a Gemini so that’s really a threesome (Yeah)
Rubbin’ on your dick ’til my fingers numb
Big pussy, it don’t come with a cherry, I got a plum (Ooh)
Yeah, daddy, daddy, yeah I like it like that (I do)
I’m hittin’ more positions than Ray J hat
I’m ridin’ on your dick ’til your dick get a flat
I’m ’bout to lay your ass down like a fuckin’ door mat (Uh-huh)
Peanut butter jelly all in my belly-belly
Rated R, no Kelly
Ate his meat like a deli
Don’t moan, you can spare me
‘Cause your breath kinda smelly
Yeah, my pussy always screamin’ “it’s hot in here” like Nelly
Throw up on that dick then I lick it up
Poor kitty-kitty but I’m rich as fuck
Magician with the titties, told him pick a cup
I got that pothole pussy, yeah the dick was stuck

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

Kanye West – 4th Dimension lyrics

[Intro: Louis Prima]
Down the chimney, he will come
With his great big smile
And you’ll find that even the kiddies
Are swingin’ in the latest style
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringing?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
It feels so good it should cost
Bought an alligator, I ain’t talkin’ Lacoste
Made me say, “ooh, uh”
Like I’m mixing Master P and Rick Ross (uh,uh)
She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh,uh)
She said I’m in the wrong hole, I said I’m lost (uh,uh)
She said I’m going too fast, I’m exhausted
Now drop to your knees for the offerin’
This the theme song, oh something wrong
Might need a intervention for this new dimension
That’s too new to mention, offer it in a sentence
If I get locked up, I won’t finish the sent-

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Laughter]

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Gettin’ loose while I’m on the deuce, see me roll up
What you surfin’ the coast, and I spend it, I got
Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey we off
For the light that got us home, we in the moment oh oh
Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had
What’s the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had
She been on me boy, unless you got something to tell
Sittin’, waitin’ for me slippin’, yeah I’ll see you in hell
Tell the cougar get up off me, no my soul ain’t for sale
All the evils in the world I keep it on me for real
I really hope the Lord won’t hurt me, we all live in sin
Kids see ghost of the Rolls, Ric Flair on your bitch
Now this the theme song, this the theme song
The put the beams on, get your, get your dream on
But you don’t hear me though, drama: we let it go
Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]
Just do that and then let the music do something, then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—