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What's Your Malfunction Song Lyrics
What's Your Malfunction by Funkoars Feelin' alright, had a tough day.
For the new night, on the bombay.
On the bulge, did the drop and then a couple sips
But who knew what the f**k's in this.
Now I'm feeling a little left of the center.
Think I've invented a dance looking like I walked in the web.
Pants falling again, rule of thumb, pull them up, nobody seen and you got away clean...
Bet you didn't know that your dick brags a fallacy
When it's flaccid, double-A battery.
Nah I'm kidding, I'm swing-a-ding-a-ling on your missus kitten in front of your brov while you're playing with it.
Is that your BF? (No.) Well, did you GS? sh*t. What the beef, b**ch?
Took a swig of the last bit of whatever's left and then I dipped the f**k out, I'm unconscious.
What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta sh*t.
Whatever gets you through the night.
(2X)
Vibin' all day. Still kicking it to school but old enough to buy the students the booze
So I'm the cool guy with the young kids. Didn't apol'ize. Did some dumb sh*t now!
The fake I'd didn't work in the shops.
It'll work for the teen when she speaks to the cops.
I got big feet.(What) You know what this means?(What) It means the penis show up fatter than freds meat
I get a, get a bit liquor, pick a chicken-head, already chicken fed, now I've got an itchy trigger finger.
Mmm lady, let me taste you tonight. I'm not looking for a future wife to get naked next to.
I'm looking for the five-minute special. R Kelly on the belly, then I film it on a celly.
What's your malfunction? Motherf*cker don't start me
Party til I start walking like I'm Heather Mccartney.
Oh! Aint got a leg to stand on baby!
Let's dance! Dada-dada-dada!
Chorus
(2X)
Grindin' all day, Grindin' all night.
Love to re-buy, but my cash tight
Look, I'm a sucker for a card game.
And with that mark face, you and your paycheck can part ways.
I'm a Funkoar. No respect for cash so I bet my stack on the first draw.
Trying to push one past you. Man, I'm tilting like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool.
I malfunction. My bank aint big enough. In Crown car park might stick 'em up.
If I aint stuck with tour dates, I'm on the four-eight table
Talkin until my jaw ache.
Now my jacks look good until the king on the last.
Some bad beats like a swedish massage. Or the Texas, yeah, me winner draw.
Your money's walking with mine. Just leave your luck at the door and tell me:
What's your malfunction?
What's your malfunction?(Hugs)
What's your malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Chorus
(2X)