Jimmy Pop - American b**hes lyrics

[Verse 1] Raise your hand if you like American b**hes Locked in girl on girl kisses Well, I do You're just mad you can't score American b**hes So you're blowing up sh**, which Just goes to prove [Pre-Chorus] That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite (What kind of a man sits Indian style?) [Chorus] Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows Ain't gonna get your wack a** laid Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows Ain't gonna get your wack a** laid [Verse 2] Trust me holmes, you would k** for American b**hes And the freedom of tits if You only knew, who-hoo [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Verse 3] Come to Infidelphia And fall in love with the unholy My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie [Bridge] Just Don't bring up What that club You belong to does... Dungeons & Dragons [Chorus] [Outro] Where I come from bras are b**by traps And soft targets have a bikini wax Where I come from bras are b**by traps And soft targets have a bikini wax Where I come from bras are b**by traps And soft targets have a bikini wax Where I come from bras are b**by traps And soft targets have a bikini wax