Lyrics:
walkin' by yourself, walkin' by yourself (here we go)
And do the Kidz Bop Shuffle
Now let me see your do the Kidz Bop Shuffle
Now let me see your do
yourself, now walk it by yourself (let me see you do)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (do the Kidz Bop dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your
A message to the main oh, oh, oh
Yeah, seasons come and go but I will never change
And I am on my way
Oh Oh Oh Oh
(Oh)
Kidz Bop let's go?
Oh,
Get in the Rolls (skrrt)
Top-floor lifestyle (top)
Livin' em all
KidzBop (yah, ayy)
I gotta play on my phone (ayy)
You know what I'm on (ayy)
Remember me for being laughed at
The kid with no cash when they asked where the cash at
People hustle all their life with diamonds and gold
the opposition make a pit stop
By the drip drop, get popped while some Kidz Bops playin'
Yeah, all my daughters know that this ain't only talk
My only thought
eyes, thinking about them days
Damn time flies
This tune I made here is a real kidz bop
For all the kids with scars on their knees from the blacktop
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
influenced
Not kidz bop music but the kids bop to it
Better play stupid take the game and reboot it
Now your song getting skipped
No debate I'm undisputed
tonight they're eating thoughts and prayers
Racism, Misogyny, uhh, Kidz Bop
By that mean bopping kids, not the music albums
But the act of, uh, molesting
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
Pass dah shmoke pass da shmoke
Pass dah shmoke pass dah shmoke
90's Kidz Bop
Pop dat pussy for me
My bad take ah Kit Kat break it in half
Share ah
scared for years to try to do this album
How you follow up a classic? What's the outcome?
Failure and tragedy, now everybody's mad at me
'Cause I ain't
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
Saw em drop it like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government
to send him beats
And I think he's tryna get into managing producers
'Cause he had this other kid named Just Blaze he was messin' with
And um, he was
they're so hot
Yo last album sound like Kidz Bop
Yo last hit was a time hop
And you wonder why all the hype stopped
You write raps that shit's soft
I pop
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
Flav with the big clock
I always know what time it is
Cause we go back like Kidz bop
My style is the latest and the fashion is tip top
I used to get
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
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