Feel Me Flow
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric lyrically splitting dismissing I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hitting wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really [Chorus] So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixin's that ain't fitting to be hitting. On nothing splitting things that's bitten And getting written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. [Chorus: x2] The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that's on point like Decimals manhandling new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jamming ta while we planning ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managing damaging mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I want to know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breaking to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang [Chorus: x2] Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we want to know is if your body want to party It's 'nough poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. [Chorus: x2]
Written by: ANTHONY CRISS, ANTHONY SHAWN CRISS, ARTHUR NEVILLE, ARTHUR L NEVILLE, ARTHUR LANON NEVILLE, CYRIL NEVILLE, GEORGE PORTER, JOSEPH MODELISTE, KEIR GIST, KEIR LAMONT GIST, LEO NOCENTELLI, VINCENT "VINNIE" BROWN, VINCENT E. BROWN
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