Lyrics:
Arokotoko even through the struggling
He was noticing
How Mr. Peter really took a favoring
One night he was discussing
With Ebenezer how this man was
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
a rat back
Poison on my strap
Boomerang cuz you know
They keep coming back
I'm like Rick
In the walking dead
Dead pool
Marvel at my dance moves
No party
She was a wall street celebrity
With upward mobility
Walked and talked like a man
But that was o.k. by me
Two bit losers can never be choosers
No nit
the wave, too
Fell in love with the Lamb, had to buy two
Oooh, look how them diamonds dance
Flexing on them, hundred racks in my pants
Rings on me, that's
listen to me, dance with me Emily
Emily, you got so much in your life
Me I got no one's advice
Don't you know you got it easy
Emily, what you
find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin'
No promises broken
By living in love we can unite
(Now let me hear you say ah)
Tell em
Ahh
You ain't gotta waste my time
I just wanna dance all night
mannish but don't want to take advantage
Let that vixen pass by, and look I gotta get with her
Five Footer all on her mouth like liquor, uh (like liquor,
you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'Soalin'' till this time next year
Soal, a soal,
hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin' till this time next year
Soal, a soal,
and fuse
They walked in every kind of ground
On sand and rocks, they have no bound
They crossed some other shoes around
They walked together in a rhythmic
on a rowan
Growing in the middle of plowed field
Banished and exiled he was a-walkin'
For years along dark willow avenue
There was so many ways - no doors
her shoes
"I had no idea I could dance to the blues"
And we danced to the blues
(To the blues)
And we danced to the blues
(To the blues)
Kicked off them
And Jack-
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
And Teddy, too
Or Peter
don't let it fall)
(You better keep it up, ya)
(Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, c'mon, ow)
We like them girls with the good grease
Girls with the gold teeth
Pro
you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It's Eskiboy in your speakerbox
There's no point in sayin' these numbers to us anymore
dae grip land
En na so de money dae by Zip bag
The only man wae dae tackle the hit man
En dem know say ar kin sorkor mingle with the borkors tell these
temple
With a hundred pound iron pencil
Balanced over a pit full of starving pit bulls
Sick Rich was next to me I messed around and shit on his shoes no
They say I'm too old for this
Nobody wants me to sing the blues
I never learned to rap, dance or even dress
And I can't pull off these shoes
Forty
Ay
Yeah
Bigbad
Jozzy
Let's get it!
Omo make i no hear say they badder than who
Can't be big bad, can't run my race
Can't walk in my shoes
Ladies love
or Xerox
Carbon copy, dance water dance while I slap you with this guitar
Bitches mad that I made it this far
By the seaside chilling with my chicha
That's
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