Lyrics:
elegant
He finna swing the Lexus through
Finna complete the mission (Skrrt, skrrt)
Buffs on like Big Smoke, all I see is chicken
(Whew) riding 'round in
some action
Some interaction, baby
I don't care when you're home alone
What you're doing by yourself with your mobile phone
You're not bothered that
by the riverside, a-floating high and blue)
(Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind
Like once through everything and then away again
With
tin snips
Ink test all I see is cannons and some wing tips
Pilot pen in pocket I'm writing in ink jets
Around here we don't like talk of big dreams
link mind needs a chain link fence
I've never been the porch swing sort
I grew up near an airport
I heard folks everywhere are the same
So once I
Praise to all
Bust it that nigga Slick Rick said
I waited long time sweatin it
I got jerked but now I'm gettin it
Hazy like asthma bizarre
[Lunasicc]
Now who the fuck can hang with this westside crook?
Put niggas to sleep, swing with a left counter with a hook
Jook niggas like
All this again
I thought I saw this coming down
Dear God I think it's spinning 'round
I hope it comes in full swing one more time
What's in
me in a trance just by
The way you dance
I can't help it all I want is you
Bridge
Chorus
Boy I gotta get you out of my mind
I can't hide how I feel
the air like a loosely gripped baseball bat swing
All I ever wanted was something different, maybe by another name
We could set ourselves on fire, there
a hidden dragon
I'm crouching tiger with that raw
From off beams to Gulfstreams
Who fucking with my golf swings?
All you niggas is my offsprings
From yay
still squealing
But I’m still trying to be free like a mason
I’m on that UFC shit all day
Man are down for swing when I’m caged in
Shut ya mouth, you’re
Hey, sista, whacha gon' do
Goin' down by the river
Gonna play with you
Papa don't like no screamin' 'round here
No lip from da woman when they
it to the top!
Omaha!
Omaha!
When we were all just little girls
And music called our name
We sat alone, just fingering our
Scales
Ba-do,
swing my hands
Swang my shank and p man ran
Neck and chest get done by the rams
Ran up and done him up
Opp block shot it up
I know that day man ruined his
please
Just another taste
I have spent countless hours admiring you
Since I'm blinded by your fallacy
I will send you my soul if I have to
But I bet that
There's five lanes, five bad brothers
Gonna migrate on your highway
Runners of gaming, at nine AM to the pavement
I'm on the new town by noon
The road is
My blood it boils into the rhythm - this urgency to revolutionize
Curve the ball for the batter batter batter batter swing only when it feels right
Hoppin' out my whip and I'm parked up
Play (play) Dirty (dirty)
That's all I think about
Rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired
and they see 'em
Everywhere I go, I'ma take a soul, fuck you
We bleed like them
But we ain't gon' end like him
Spin again and so you could drill all them
the flip flops
When the cumbia rub-a-dub starts to swing
We're the artcloud army
We can dance dance all we want want
But we don't want no bears around here
the piano keys
She's ticklin' those ivories
She doesn't just play only one style
And after a while, she'll make you smile
Can you swing to, "It Don't Mean
You'd be surprised, how many people think they know me bro
Can you tell who I am by the outter shell though
Do you judge who I was and swing for low
to this
Feel like you all lost sight of this
It's obvious you can't handle bars, you can't be a cyclist
If you think your spoke rotated nah, it's a pity
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