Lyrics:
There's a new kind of music going round
It's known as the boogie grass sound
So grab her partner and swing her around
And dance to the boogie
the message down in Waikiki
Grab your partner and get on the ball
Every time you hear this call
Cause there is no more shimmy and no more bop
The kids in
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners
At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin black market shoes
This loud Cuban band is crucifying John
There's a new kind of music going round
It's known as the boogie grass sound
So grab her partner and swing her around
And dance to the boogie
and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiom
I'm rich bitch, and y'all's jelly as that jar of petroleum
That I used when I eloped with him and 40 Mormons an'
I'm planning
ours is dreamy blue
And there’s no place I would rather be than Kentucky with you
Livin’ small, planning big, it all begins with a seed
We could travel
Thinking about you, planning on what to say
When I finally saw you I couldn't
Look you in the face
You know how nervous I get
This isn't a surprise i have
the message down in Waikiki
Grab your partner and get on the ball
Everytime you hear this call
Cause there is no more shimmy and no more bop
The kids in Philly
engine gettin' its Kentucky derby on
Seats is brunette
Paint is dirty blond
Speaking of dirty blond
Say high to Kirby for 'em
Fergie, John
With
The great search
Some are searching jobs
While some are planning to quit
Hell, a pilgrimaging mob
Carrying loads of guilt
Thieves searching for
Partners in crime
In the streets of Chicago
Where are they now?
They're all gone free
I'd love to see you
And tell you hello
But you live in secrecy
(Dy Krazy) Whoa
Rrrt, rrrt, rrah, rrah
Rrrt-rrrt, rrah, rrah
Slatt, slatt, let's go
Your man's a crash, your partner a crash
Your ho gettin'
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
lover
I want you just to be my partner
Happy today but she called me crying
Calling me an asshole cuz I haven't called her
Next minute planning are
you?
You don't have a partner
I've been drugged by you
By you
Stalking you on social media
Wondering if you're gay, straight or bi
Planning our future
the rear, look and hear
Shining harder than your partner red amulets, match the carpets
You my son, I'm your father, this here trust all on the author
So
Making other Niggas envy you
Bitch I get money that's what money make these Niggas do
My partner plotting tryna rob me probably snitching too
I put
doet em nu als liefde voorn
Mo tis e vlucht ut de rush van de dagelijkse
Planning, olles moe vlug vlug, overol vervanging
Telkens nieuwe stuf, nieuwe
laughing
Watch when we catch yo b*tch a** lacking
Why you wanna know what we're planning
You don't have to worry about what's happening
Do not run up on me
can't let them take my life
I want some kids I want a crib
I can't lie I want a wife
Gotta watch these bitches man they trifling
And your closest partner
are getting blown up
If you rhyme then pick ya flow up
This is sho up on this piece partner
Chinkys beat got ya
Going out of control
Over about
circumstance
But I want a real chance to multiply
The love I have inside
I need a dance partner in the rhythm of life
I was never the one
Planning the ceremony
Men in gray flannel schemes
Erecting horn-rimmed dreams
Build it floor by austere floor
Right angled walls and brick walls
Planning space in record
really gotta team
Yeah Yeah I just got a partner
Yeah Yeah
Now he gon' manage me into the scene
Cause he see that i'm all in
See now with Leem, we gon
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