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I wake up in the morning ain't no stalling on my grind
I'm sitting by the sun what's on my mind I'm tryna shine
I'm tryna make a dollar not a quarter

then I'd fuck her when I'm done
I'ma duck and I'ma ball like a rucker
So fly
No stress
Oh my
Black dress
Must've
Hit the jackpot ascot
Match the shoes

Cookies
Don Khapo got these niggas mad
They know that I dip in my bag
They know I be dripping with swag

All in my stance 
Khapo I really dont dance 
I

shorty be the finest
Pull up with the gadget on me, turn the whole scene spicy
I ran it up all on my own and no one doing it like me
I got the shoes off

Waitin' around downtown with my boogyin' shoes
Head down, singin' the blues
I know what I wanna do tonight
Waitin' around downtown with the funk in

boy my age!

And I'm erudite, exquisite and my style's supreme
With shoes of fine suede and t-shirts of terylene
And yet still does Aphrodite consider

And I got a car, does it works? I mean shit, barely

On my way home from work I get pulled over
By a cop with a cold shoulder
I bet he thinks that I'm

On the dance floor
Just like the music score with the pencil
And the dancer playing with your mind
That is the answer
And with the moves
One of a kind grooves

In the lobby, the clocks are ticking slow
Feels like a side movie, frame by frame it goes
All dressed up with somewhere to be
But these tick-tock

bullshit won't settle till I dance with the devil
Sell my soul to make sure hip-hop's forever respected
Keep it real
Only gangstas should be up in the field

(Shh)
River flowin' hit ya dance when I glissade (Glide)
Downgrade to a switchblade
In ya brain I still pervade (お邪魔します)
Disintegrate, digitigrade
Had

All original, from the beat to the visual I be out, you never see me, I'm invisible
If you not ridin' by my side, I'ma get rid of you
I'm so sick

Goodbye Song

MKTO

MKTO

2014

work, no calls, no text
Someones about to by my next ex next ex
And I've been sitting here watching reruns even 
Betty Whites lookin at me like a bum

Young nigga who came from the bottom
This fire beat was made by honcho
Chop make a nigga break dance
Bag drop then we get it gone asap
Got unc in the spot

confused cuz this thirty make you move
It make you dance make you do a lil groove
We pay homage fallen steppers we salute
Remember days niggas didn't have no

that's blue by jimmy choo
Put that uh" she got that oooh nah her shit ran thew
What kinda lace on the shoes got 'em pressing the snooze
How he coming kinda

fucking with 
A made man
Hit yo ass wit 
Eight Lugers 
Spin you 'round
Do the Blade dance 
Straight shooter 
Smart ass lil nigga
Rest In Peace 
To my late

osama

I gotta keep that thing up on my hip
It ain't no tellin if you'll have trip 
It ain't no bailin when you use the stick 
No
You die by honor when in

average shit don't gain residuals
Game simple no fundamentals
Bullshittin over instrumentals
Modern day living minstrel
Won't tap dance for a dime or nickel

out here just winging it
When it comes to the subject of fitting in
Giving no fucks; I'm celibate
Dance on a bitch like Ellen Degeneres
Lately, I'm

wanna dance
You throw your advance
Now you just broke with no food on your plate
I'm keeping my stance
I'm not about xans
I'm more about stacking

rude
Ayy
Stop drop it then you pose
She really throwing ass
All dirty on the floor
Ain't no wearing shoes in the crib
Waking in all toes
She be loving

Take my hand, do a walk in my shoes
Let's bury your nightmare far away
Dance with flowers and with rain
So as does the wind
Now you're not alone
Get

yeah, wait
Could've put up with a three, but no
I'm ready to slam, yeah, wait
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