Lyrics:
the place to be it don't stop
We got the rhythm that makes your fingers
Snap crackle pop pop fizz fizz
We're known to give a show plus handle our
(oooh, ooh, mhmm)
You got me thinking twice
Girl you’re a different spice
Cause in your company the world around me seems so nice
Cause shorty your
go hunch yo back for the SYBA
Miss bad & boujee my culture is laying shots on a hater
How I'm always at they knecks
From the very start sneak the K in
go hunch yo back for the SYBA
Miss bad & boujee my culture is laying shots on a hater
How I'm always at they knecks
From the very start sneak the K in
a Big Mac and a ten-piece chicken nuggets
Sheesh, he's hungry, he's hungry
I see the vision
I been seen the vision
Yo
I miss the band already
This na Baikal it's your boy Chocolateman
Me go soh me go soh me go soh heeiin
Do me a favor don't talk only whisper
Boss yo legs wide open like
baiby,
I want to muah muah muah,
Chorus
Ompisa nga customer care gy’ompa eringa ya customer
Oli katabo nze ggwe gwe nsoma wampa service yo nze ne sitoma
Tinder babies
Boy im matching all these Tinder babies
Miss Keziah, sweetie I love your profile
Wanim ye Kama to kese3 bi 3da ha
I watch your bio make you
be no strings attached
Been macking em since a lunch pack
Beat the beat up how I punch back
Put your hair back I brought a scrunch pack
Smoking blue
Tecca N9na hit and it swole owa-owa up
Never owa dove for the owa-owa butt
Owa Yo, Don't you know I'm a owa-owa nut?
I made a song about your areola
things you do to me (run it back)
Things you do to me, things you do to me
I knew this girl by the name of Hot Pants
I miss her pants, babe you know
Because tonight you miss the taste
It's all a blur
It's everything you want to know about
It's not merry but it goes around
Keep your heart
It's gotta last
This jam is dedicated
To that woman that knows what she wants
And just how to get it, word up
She knows what she wants
Yo, she knows what she
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
côtés, j'ai vingt-trois ans il est temps pour moi d'briller
Baby what you want from me, I don't need your company
Ma communauté ne démarre pas avec les
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
runnin screamin "daddy's home"
Then he hold me, slightly tightly
Mom, your wish came true-I got one just like me
My life be so good, so good
stuck together
On some Siamese shit... yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, classic murders, slick gun material
Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial
Hammers
It's like a plot twist kinda no twist it's kinda like a band that already exists x2
Any way you watch your miss miss but also not this shit is
It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things
You know what I'm sayin?
And it goes like this
Hey don't miss out on what you're passin'
feel
So small
So small
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
You don't miss me
You don't love me anymore
And your vows don't mean to
You what they did b4
But your secret
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
cheat on your children, by lettin' them pillage without your care
And the lessons they learn from your presence is formed 'bout how life ain't fair
When
Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Don't miss your chance
[Violent J]
The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire
I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next
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