Lyrics:
Rebecca Move
Produced by LUKE4PREZ
Hook:
Master of this shxt,
This chess not checkers,
Shooting birds at the hecklers,
I rep the 7th letter,
Can’t
black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
the days
It's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far
They calling me papa like legba
Seeing you run and I catch ya
Calling my dawgs just to fetch ya
Serving that white girl, Rebecca
They calling me papa
"Geronimo!"
And fades to black like the Pratt of Geronimo
I know I told you I would stay but i gotta go
It's Saturday
It's Saturday
It's Saturday
I just got
you been cursed by the spell (Aye)
Added one more now you on my list, fuck twelve I always be doing my bitch yah
Uh (Aye)
Yea uh uh
Yea uh uh
Always
black like I was Rebecca
It ain't even Friday
Baby come my way
90 on the highway
Look at life sideways
Going through a phase where I'm never fazed
Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
Roll on through Saturday night
She saw long black limousines
And the rich
Sunday
Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
Maybe I'll get it right one day
Bodies all around hypnotized by
happened tonight
Hee, ah
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white, ouh
They print my message in the Saturday
Down by the docks and only after dark
A place we can sneak to beyond the park
A little tin shack where lonely lovers meet
Out on the weekend
She
It's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it pays
So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
It's the dopest, but can you cope this, by far
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
tonight
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
tonight
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
tonight
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
Tonight
Hee
But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White
Ooo...
They Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun
I Had
carcass
Walmart, you’re milking your products
But you don’t see any more cheddar
I don’t think anyone’s ever seen
Worse Black Fridays since Rebecca’s
So fly
folks party
Its a black folks party
Yeen never partied to you hit a black folks party
Now we all fed now we all turnt up
Surrounded by my people so you
don't matter if you're black or white
Alright, alright
Alright (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by
(Ooh, ooh, yeah,
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't
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