Lyrics:
They always saying you changed when they see you hop up in a new lane
Who changed on you
Yhhh yhhhhhh
Who changed on who
Yh yh
Who changed on who
feet to the rhythm of the beat
Pump up the volume, feel the heat
Turn up the bass and get steady
Let the music move you, get ready
Shake it, break it,
gets up gun first
Works backwards, draws straight lines with two right feet
She dances in crosses and squares
They weave pipe dreams and bombs in and out
going out tonight
Going out tonight
I’ll be turning some heads
When I’m walking by
Don’t mean to break no hearts, not dying on that hill
This is all I
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
em across(??) from New York down by your Virginia
Ticklin you around Delware before I enter
Turn to seduction from face hips to feet
A wiggle
Ok so Deemus ain't a nazi but he's asking where the gas at,
cmare Stoudamire how im getting Nash to pass that
Softer than a muppet by your girl
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up
Brought my art up from the trenches
That's what I'm dependent on
When I pull up on you pansies
Swear to god that imma' flex
Used to get dubbed by you
now
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball,
Striving high!
Uh! Uh! Uh!
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
could get any nigga maxed out
So I'm up early in the morning, eyes open wide
Up early in the morning, take a peak outside
Yea early in the Marley, 3 Birds
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
my bands, while I got my feet up
Ain't no going back bitch, I T'd up
It's my year and my time and I'm runnin' ideas
Pool full of blues and you dove in
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
harder, na wo b3yeyi3 ey
M3 s3 wob3yeyie ey
I know already the system nu ay3 fuck up ooh ey
System nu and corruption nu adoosor ey
B3rma mumpa aba, chal3
Aye, Man I'm gucci'd up
Shout out dapper Dan
I'm in a 2 seater
Leather made by dapper Dan
She got 2 feet up
Her coochie dapper Dan
I just hit
your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep
It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
talking ‘bout a brand new flex on you
Shawty talking ‘bout a past ex, sex on you
She don’t know that I would die to get close
1, 2, 3, 4 feet away just
blow ( blow, blow, blow )
Had my heart broken like 7 times ( yeah )
3nn3 ma-settle down menom 7 up ( yea yea yeah )
They ask ‘did you break up?’ ( woah )
Up above the crowded street
Just a whisper of wind tracing his feet
Beams of light in a cloudless sky
Lost in the fog of a thunderous mind
Fifty
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
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