(Intro.)
As I write this, I’m currently dwelling with the nomadic Fluffites. Roaming the foothills of the Indian mountainside. In search of the elusive palace of the Fluffy Kingdom. Wherein resides on DJ Pop’N’Fresh. I’ve been trying to gain the trust of the natives in order for them to introduce me into this fabled city, but alas, I have been unsuccessful.
Wait! May that be him? Adorned with the fluffiest of garments. Accompanied by the fluffiest of bossoms?
YAHHHH! Welcome to my Fluffy Kingdom! Yehahahaha! Yahahahaha!
(Verse 1.) Addiction
Is sickenin’.
Tried these restrictions
For fixation
On soft relations.
No isolation
From that insulation.
‘Cause it made me stationed
When life was vacant.
Or times when I thought
I couldn't make it -
Naked,
Layin’ on the pavement achin’.
But barren was a beauty
‘Cause I had my Tweeties.
Fluffy, yellow footies
With the matchin’ undies.
Now, I still rock a pair
With fatigues.
Marines lookin at me
Like a POG with nose bleeds.
If I had it how I want it:
ICE CREAM!
Taken to the battlefield,
Cushion canteen.
Rollin’ down the street,
Tank covered in fleece.
Inside of the ride,
Triple down geese.
Padded rooms too soft to me?
Come to think about it,
Put me in again.
Throw away the key.
(Hook.)
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
We fluffin’ all night.
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
We fluffin’ all night.
(Verse 2.)
Don't act like
You never seen
A dude on the dance flo’,
Stuntin’ in a fury bathrobe
With an afro.
Furry bliss on the wrist,
The throat,
The ears, the toes.
NICKNAME: ESKIMO.
Tickle like Elmo.
Fuzzy like navels.
Drank so many that
I’m under the table.
Puttin on ape shows.
Humanoid.
Wolf boy.
Dance like an overjoyed
Chewie on steroids.
True Puff Daddy,
Best believe me.
Why you the think Sean Combs
Changed his name to "Diddy,"
Girl?
I know you feel me.
If not, then touch.
My fluffy won’t bite.
This is sofa, plush.
Makes you blush, does it?
This is that new bubbly.
Better than Cristal
Mixed with that
Young Money!
Grab a beanie baby,
Nab a pillow casin'.
Get yo’ squishy on.
We fluffy celebratin’.
(Hook.)
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
We fluffin’ all night.
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
Fluffy Stuff!!
We fluffin’ all night.
(Bridge.)
This is my Fluffosophy
Everybody fluff with me.
Livin’ in a fluffy world is so much pleasant than a hard one.
Come together in a fluffy fashion and see and open your eyes to the fluffy fantastic.
We got enough hard, cut corners in the world, and as a result people are stale and hard and wanna hit people all the time.
But just as they strike, raise your Beanie Baby in the air, so they may not concave your face in. Give it up for fluffy.
(Verse 3.)
Marinate in the mushy magic.
Body bathe in a bunny basket.
Pour passion on your pile of plastic.
Flaunt fabric in a fluffy fashion.
Welcome to my fluffy world.
I said welcome to my fluffy world.
Welcome to my fluffy world.
Welcome to my fluffy world.
credits
from PayDay,
released July 4, 2012
(R. Khan, K. Marbury, S. Singh)
Produced by: Jaz "Hookmaster" Williams
Sitar: Rama
Vocals: Rahis Khan, DJ Pop'N'Fresh, Sangeeta Singh
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