Lyrics:
fat, I can spread it thin
I wanna see your friends come do the money dance
Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holding hands
Caution, I'll
friends come do the money dance
Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holding hands
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two step as I
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
we're headed for self-destruction
And you know that the government, doesn't give a (fuck) when
One black brother sells another one dope
And he can't
your spot!
Everybody hands up! lets go!
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best point skies
Amen, fashion, on the runway, work it
Black Jesus dances
he don't sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"
"He was just jugging right by
the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black.
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap
Ok,
Dance all night, don't my ass look right?
Can't pass on the chance
Raise your hands up like
You a superstar, I might lose my bra
Show? Come watch
yourself
Heart skips a beat, can't contain myself
Girl you know, girl you know
I love the way you do it!
Girl, tell me how you do it!
All these black mothers
put me up to it, I'm killing a virus
God gave me permission im killing the virus
Stuck in a dimension I cant seem to get myself out from
So I change my
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
The NFL must think I'm a damn fool
Every time I touch down, I bust a dance move
They use to have a movement, now they can't move
Used to be on that
Money dance
Money dance
Money dance
Money dance
I got new money nigga (Money dance)
I got new money nigga (Money dance)
I got new money nigga (Money
ancestors was raped by somebody white
(I'm black)
So I like to sing dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
(I'm black)
Sort
ancestors was raped by somebody white
I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
I'm black so I like
the dirt is
I can't breathe with your knee on my neck
Though that Black lives matter, we in need of respect
They only get credit when they really wanna see
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
Peng black girls see i love them the most
Peng black girls in my area code
Peng black girls cant call them no hoes
To the Peng black girls that put
And I'm hypnotized by the rhythm of your hips
It's so hard to hide and I can't resist
It's about your kiss, it's about your lips
It's about the way you
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
a black belt, had a kitten, loved your mom
Lookin' for the right girl to travel the world
With lips like yours you could talk me into anything
And with
spit on me
(im in se cure can't you seeeee im a wh-ore, every-body please spit on me)
(applause)
(chorus) :
I see their lips move but they don't say
thoughts by the
Candlelight in Paris
As I struggle to be savvy
Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me
I just can't figure it out
Somethin' right
then spit the stems
Description, Liberace, fit's the gems
Was six when I traveled
The young black Pharrell
Walk you out your crib wit
Your lips around
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