Boylife In America

Yes, I’m a mama’s boy
Girls like to think I’m spoiled
'Cause I want to know the time
I like to make it mine
I drop it like a bomb
My pickle and my charm
Yes, it’s me if you’re guessing who
I’m back again in another life
Just to say what s on my mind
I do it all the time
I never bite my tongue
I speak it when it comes
All I want is pussy, give me some religion
A brand new cadillac and a winning lotto ticket
I don’t want no pretty city boys in makeup
Showing me the goodies when I don’t want to see it
I’m all about boylife in America
Livin' still in my mama’s house
Ain’t no moving, she’s gonna have to put me out
Got no responsibilities, the possibilities
Moving the way in as I’m telling a friend
I said, all I want is pussy, give me some religion
A brand new cadillac and a winning lotto ticket
I don’t want no pretty city boys in makeup
Showing me the goodies when I don’t want to see it
I’m all about boylife in America