Lyrics:
You hear this clap
It makes you want to dance
Rolling up blunts, fat
With a gun in my hand
I'll do a drive-by bitch
Leave you in a ditch
up 60
Way they watch the kid
You prolly think I'm Walt Disney
Fruit smoothie for the win
Now I'm up 50
Getting to the chicken
Baby are you comin wit me
the curtain by myself, take a look, ayy
I'm a bar spitta, I'm a hard hitta
Yeah I'm light skinned, but I'm still a dark nigga
I'm a wig splitta, I'm a tall
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
dance when you dancin'
I just sent the gunners out to dance with
Fuck you boys, I did this by my damn self
I just fell in love with my bando
I just
understand
Whisper in your ear saying Wo Ai Ni
Now don't be shy baby girl c'mon stand by me
She like Disney, without the isney
She said quickly, just put it
to the ground
Gotta holla' to my fellas who be hangin' by the
Bathroom door
Waitin' for the honeys dance in the dance floor
Push up and get the niggas y'all
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
body down to the ground
Gotta holla' to my fellas who be hangin' by the
Bathroom door
Waitin' for the honeys dance in the dance floor
Push up
Wrapped in naan, garlic
Baby be my butter chicken
Baby be my butter chicken
I want to make you my chick
Wrapped in naan, garlic
So come on girl, dance
Dance off, dance off
Is an anthem
Let's go, let's go
Twerk out until the morning
Pump up, yeah
Pump up, yeah
Pump up, yeah
Dance off, dance off
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
ain't no Disney, Huh
Needa get high bitch you know that I keep my Stiiizy, huh
Say no more bitch we about to get high
Put this feeling in my blunt
keep XD like disney
Im in the booth rapping hard
(50)
Im fetching the work like a dog
(Frisbee)
Trap out the spot they keep calling it risky
Niggas
And let me hangry and tired
Now I dance at the pier
In exchange for a dollar
Is there a chance I could borrow your
Copy of the Mask of Zorro
DVD, it has
Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit!
Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
His Nigerian father thought he was doing us a favor
By laying eggs he won't be here to fend for
From his ugly lips
Chicken no dey cry for night (Ayo
Alors on dance
Girl go flick with the wrist, do splits on the shh, shake ya back go crazy
Alors on dance
Bring your friends get lit in this bitch, go
Yeah
Yo, Yah Yuh Yah
Quick get a grip, both hands (Yeah)
When I fall down, go dance (Wow)
Walk by lookin' like they seen a ghost, damn (Damn)
When
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
of Sesame Street, so sweet
Our Heroes Dance, to the cheerful Beat
Disney Castles and Magical Lands
Together they explore, hand in hand
With every Story, a new
Road to the riches I'm raging
Marathon shit I ain't racing
Long live Nip I'm pacing
I gotta get to the duckets
Need my chicken by the buckets
Breast
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
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