Lyrics:
this guy name someone who can stop me
You a water boy like your first name is Bobby
All headshots we don’t aim for the body
This industry fucked up blame
man, yo you wan' do that?
Let's do this, man (aight bet, man)
Yo, yo, hold up wait a minute guys, man
You guys mind if I go witchu to this club, man?
man, yo you wan' do that?
Let's do this, man (aight bet, man)
Yo, yo, hold up wait a minute guys, man
You guys mind if I go witchu to this club, man?
spark her up
And get cha feet wet
She said
She likes the way I do the dance
Hot damn, hun
Show me what cha mean by that
I see these ho's and oh my
I
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
these rumors I cant take it no more
My best friend say did you hear the one about me
and the girl next door?
Did you hear the one about Tina?
Some
of a guy
So let me tell you why
Let me tell you about a girl I know
The way she dance so slow
The way she moves oh soo
Ya I know
Let me tell you about
you're batties out, guys help em do it and…
if they're not aware…then show them how to do it!
We don't have to fight, can dance all night…
shek you're
bitches can’t help me they don’t fill the void
Oh nah let it go imma kick it with the boys
Police kickin doors so I’m runnin from the boys
Strong ass
away from
From all these rumors
I can't take it no more
My best friend say did you
Hear the one about me
And the girl next door?
Did you hear
I went out there another day and the foundation was built
And now there's a house next door
And a neighbor guy I never met
Until just now when he
bin!
Hurry, we have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in
no mo
You can't feel no mo
Lunch is on the flow
But behind you tho
Put that pump to stomach no lypo
Smack the black off yo ass white Micheal
Bousta
starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams
face so the Clintons can't find me
Next day you'll find me suicided
From a pine tree
I turn around to see what's behind me
A fat booty chick, plump lips,
guy don't try me
Talk hot, like ok copy
Click boom, nigga dance like Bobby
Click boom, nigga dance like, like
I ain't doin' no talk that's cheap
Tryna
Eyes can't focus
Music still blasts out loud
Kids all dance around
Everybody carries on singing
As the doorbell keeps on ringing
Door comes down
Take
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
more victims than a psychopath
Leave take the backdoor with him
Call me rap's mortician
Trash talk vicious never the less I could sing have a dance floor
Ay man Austin, TX not for South By tho
Yea ya naw'mean
Just out here with the guys
Ay, ay, ay
This for the G's (Hey)
I'm finding my groove it's
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
BIG BAG A DOTS And I brought some dog in with me
She wants to dance She wants a thug I got devil in me
Told her no stepping stone I elevate come
And turn this rap singer to a ringer
As far as Wale fuck his people
He prolly die out by the course of next season
What the fuck is a dig dug I really don't
and we’ll dance
When i open the door, it’s real nice
Cause it’s you and that’s the real prize
Then i sit in the dark and replay
Rewind to those really free
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