Lyrics:
can't step offbeat (Offbeat)
You got caught by the Funk (Get the Funk, y'all)
I told you and everyone
You can feel it in your bones
How the rhythm grows
everything around me like the Carvel
Amy Winehouse I’m sippin cherry in the motel
Sir smoke a lot a lot of opps
Half-baked Dave Chappele
Speedin
get right, no rehab, Amy Winehouse
Percocets and xans, it help me wind down
I've been all night my shit been popping
Club hopping all night i ain't
pretty boy that
Shaves his eyebrows
Grime scenes very own amy winehouse
Your loopy lately, could you be crazy
What kinda man calls a rap song "Oopsy Daisy"
business
Listen, a new flavour of funk
Has popped out the trunk
You gotta feel it bump
Pump through your brain
And rain down the thunder
Bigger, better,
Spitting at me (dull)
Simpletons'll get their skull split
They be doing nothing they be inspired by Trump's bitch
Piping down, she was calling for a timeout
have a gun
Or get done by the worst
Of our trumps for fun pump pump!
Flex, flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Oh duck,
and I'm glad
On my Amy Winehouse, I'm saying fuck Rehab
Knockin', knockin' doors down
Showing cuz around
Knockin' doors down, showing cuz around
Knockin',
Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin like this to beat me
The funk of the lyric will flow from me like peepee
You caught a work of my tongue
better with me on your arm
Uh, you're a doll, this is forever like Tony Bennett and Amy Winehouse body and soul
You cleanse my spirit, turn my house into
live in a town made by movie stars and educated hearts
Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car
Do you wanna play that part?
Wear a dress
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie
Walk with an army on me, stalked
of chocolates so
I can twist me a blunt
I'll holla at the homie down
Front with the pump
Bum-bum-bum-bum, we thump in a funk
My living room smell like a batch
the Boomer
I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings
the Boomer
I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings
internet thumbs
She got the fuck me pumps, did in her in the winehouse
Pour some chardonnay and we gon play my favorite vinyls
Broke her back too easy cuz
bump
In the air
Fist pump "pump "
Wxvvy be bumping
They be jamming
Sway hip "rump "
Huck-up a cadence
Make a heart go
Pump "pump"
Sincerely if you
feel alright
pump it up all night.
Body rock, show me what you got!
Let "Rob Reck" wreck the boom spot.
There is a dance over here, a dance over
and some dope, tap dat green vein
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me pump the trigga
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital
Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me
Throw your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi
At Amy's last night during dinner, she tells me she ran into you.
I try not to spit out my chicken but i choke and start to turn blue.
Pulseless,
his damn raps from
I know, from me, THE original P-Funk
See ya next LP chump!
Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front my pump built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay
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