Lyrics:
to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat
you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
on the groove
Several wopplers kinetic
My beat's energetic when reseted
You wonder why, we put our friends through calisthenics
So check out the fiery, I'm
doin' it
Say you through will all my foul ways
But you never come when you period is five days
I gotta be high to be around ya
You make me beat around
lunch after brunch
Joy getting bigger now
And yeah that's my nigga
Even though sometimes, got to beat her ass
But she knows daddy's soft
Spite she's
songs survive
On records
95 beats per second
Get it mike on the guitar c'mon wreck it
You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
20 times better
[Swizz Beats]
Let's go round and round the world, Cass
Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem
You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy
[Swizz Beats]
Let's go round and round the world, Cass
Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem
You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy
the streets the come
Three thousand names in the midst of a race
The blander the better we'll
Love you forever so baby be mine
With a call on the beat
Take
when it's sticky (sticky)
Can't believe you niggas tryna diss me (what?)
Show you how fast I'ma get him (on God)
Bet I find his body by three
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own label so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm
like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own label so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm
It was five years ago at the carnival
While I was pitching my tent
I was approached by a carnie girl
And oh, she seemed Heaven sent
Her eyes were
her un Lechazo
By the way that means Seamen
Baby girl
Stop playing with A G
You should know it's THC
I'm the hottest in the 3
Keep shortys on the D
will overcome it
The last one standing I will fucking be
If you're 6 inches I beat you by 3
You don't believe me?
Just ask your girlfriend
By this time
Balling on niggas like we in the playoffs
Get to the bag I ain't taking no days off
Killers on stand by feel like I'm Adolph
3-2-1 bitch ima take off
of the niggas trynna follow where I go,
But I know,
Only one,
Only me,
You my son,
I’m a writer,
You a tryer,
Meaning I already won.
They stand by me,
I’m
Hes gone b
And voice and my beats ain't the best now
But ADI quit, AVI did too now
Said I should join em and quit now
But I be like now you gon quit
Hes gone b
And voice and my beats ain't the best now
But ADI quit, AVI did too now
Said I should join em and quit now
But I be like now you gon quit
work
Make her kneel like the clergy (damn)
Say Manik three times in the mirror
(Manik, Manik, Manik)
Then I appear
(Panic, panic, panic)
I'ma nightmare
I
her statement
I gotta take the longer route on my road to Greatness
I gave up almost 3 times in the past 3 years
I had to boss up
Make some changes
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