Lyrics:
favorite song of mine
And accept my calls on the request line
D.J. will play just for you
But I gotta down and show I know how to
We got favorites,
favorite song of mine
And accept my calls on the request line
D.J. will play just for you
But I gotta down and show I know how to
We got favorites,
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Journey home
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Journey home
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Got my mind on the money
And Ashley's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new emphasis on our syllables
If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat
Than I'm gon' feature
On gang, bitch-bitch, we swervin'
Hop out a SCAT, all black matte
Hop out, woo
Gang, gang
The opps got a party, I just got the loc'
I bet you we beat
we go!!!
Time to sing along with Vicki Eydie!
Don't you want sing along with Vicki Eydie!? Yeah!
Ok, forget music!
I sing first, then you,
Get it?
Got
'em
If you can't join 'em
Know you gotta beat 'em
And hear the beat go
Get the fuck outta here
It's weird engineers
Got millennials
Got 'em
They got the beat
Kids got the beat
Yeah, kids got the beat
Go-go music really makes us dance
Doing the pony puts us in a trance
The
I know yuo heard
Me thru your stereo 100 chains
On wit my fitted low
Bout to kill tha game nigga here we go
And i put that on me and the
Feds got
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
motherfuckers dippin and peelin
They don’t want the smoke go get your mans
Me Evan Kodie and Justin and Cam
They had bout 12 we don’t give a damn
Politicin' then
Emergency paging Doctor Beat, emergency
Doctor I've got this feelin'
Deep inside of me, deep inside of me
I just can't control my feet
When I
Got a new sound from Mexico
Got big bounce on beats, walk in and niggas stand by like there he go
Whole gang solid, weed in the crib
We smoking
on the beat down low
I don't need nobody but my honeys
When I go round baby round round
Spinning out on me
I don't need no man
Got my kicks for free
We'll ride
as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
Put
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
that beat, play that beat. Bang 'em!
Go, go, here we go!
Go, go, here we go!
Go, go, here we go! Ah!
Freak out!
Enter the jam,
The party is
If you got a man you can leave his ass at the crib
Fuckin' with your baby momma I don't care how you feel
That pussy like a beat I'm
really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they
to me
Attendant puttin' gas in the jet for me
[Chorus]
I got a new swag and it's a new day
Here we go again too, what it do J?
I'll give you
the oceans
Yeah I said oceans, yeah I mean plural
My boy got a knife to turn a boy into a girl
We'll fuck up your world, no boos to my drama
We'll include yo
the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, throw your hands up"
Runnin' real hard shake the taser
Peace peace peace, peace y'all!
(Strange) Real strange, real strange
(An overdose) A nickel bag of funk
(We got beat)
Now move on, move on, yeah
Peace, peace, peace, peace y'all!
(Strange) Real strange, real strange
(An overdose) A nickel bag of funk
(We got beat)
Now move on, move on,
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