Lyrics:
niggas be actin' like goofies
I dance on a bitch like Fivi
Give her Perc', she call me papi
Tattoos all on my body
Let her come ride on my Johnny
I'm gonna start to get lyrical
Blastin my shit on the stereo
Twenty five k on my jacket and ice on my neck man I drip like I'm Ariel
Diamonds dip
sense
Sa lyrical barracks for ya has beens
Mentally crappin' out in a deadly game of snake eyes
One die bring fries here's a new salt for that 3rd
and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
This is duck season, and I'm gettin'
You want lyrics? We give ya lyrics. Check it out now, one time
(Do it, do it, do it)
When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy!
I might be a lyrical killer
Make the room bounce with the drums like Dilla
I got the sauce and flavours
Chef in the kitchen I'm serving you dinner
As regarding rhythm to the pulse in the sequence of the musical phrase
not in sequence of a metronome, kick your lyrical theory
[ VERSE 1: Laquan ]
can make the niggas in your circle square dance
(fah fah) like here again.
Create a void in your pair of parents,
put some new rips in your pair
B Boy and B Girl, come on let's…
Da da da da da hey!
B Boy….dance!
B Boyz, and B Girlz, c'mon let's dance!
B Boyz, and B Girlz, c'mon let's dance
a dance
And I'm happy now cause I was gave a chance
We want you to all feel good to feel good
Now everybody just waive your hands
We bring that old school
of the gimmicks, tricks, oh it's
You either have the hits, or the crazy hype lyrics
But MC's come half-assed, and lookin pitiful
None of em lyrical but their
People talk about the way I dance, dance, dance
They think it's funny when I lift my hands, hands, hands
All the things I've been going through
[Chorus]
Hands in the air
Drinks everywhere
Party in the hills
Keepin' it real
Dance out of town
Ladies all around
Me and the crew doin' what we do
[Chorus]
Hands in the air
Drinks everywhere
Party in the hills
Keepin' it real
Dance out of town
Ladies all around
Me and the crew doin' what we do
says so
Keep ya moving cause the crowd says so
Keep ya moving cause the crowd says so
Keep ya moving cause the crowd says so
Dance, you got it!
Keep ya
stark
Munchin
I m pumpin like I m in the gym
You wanna know who is me yes I is him
I m the survivor, lyrical octivier
When I got this microphone you
nachnaa,
Ho mehta- tere nal- nachnaa,
I just want to dance with you-you,
Ho mehta- tere nal- nachnaa,â?¦.nachnaaâ?¦.nachnaaâ?¦..nachnaa
Girl what have
Mmm mmm
Mmm mmm
She said, look alive
You'll get, what you want
Silly mouse, take me home
Disco dance, on a boat
Think fast, take the stairs
We are
CLASSIC! Busta Rhymes is
CLASSIC! Dinco D is
CLASSIC! Charlie Brown is
CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is
CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC
Cut
one chance
But Devil was grinning and I saw him dance
Time was running out, my lyrical part
Was flourishing, body was falling apart
I took advantage
gets pretty for
I am the negro spiritual
My flow is so damn veritable
You bets tuh be more lyrical
I am revenge
I am revenge
Bitch
The bullet hit
affects somebody
I’m the shit little bitch
Yeah
I’m Red King who cares
Kan u bare it
Kan u stare it
It’s hysterical
Lyrical
I’m at the Red
Like we said
Put
the fuckin' scene, just like a Bob Ross canvas
Shorty hella bad, she drop it down, and do her dances
Bluffin' ass niggas steady hatin' 'cuz I'm lyrical
They
hopsin
I infect the beat with my lyrical toxin
It's my only option deliver this concoction
Call me a mad scientist spitting this obnoxious
White knuckle
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