Lyrics:
wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies
wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies
And I will wear that dress
Oh
Kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band
And make
and I will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make
wear that dress
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlight floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
wear that dress
Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band
And make the fireflies
will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make
that dress
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
on that E-40, that OG (ayy)
These bitch niggas be actin' up, these hoes niggas be actin' foul (chea)
They'll grind with you, they'll shine with you
Be
shame in my game, boy, you know I'm the shit
I get treated like a queen by every nigga I'm wit'
'Cause this pussy got power, goin' for some hours
dress
Oh kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on my waves
[Chorus]
By the bar and I own the club
Can't own the bar 'cause I'm superstar
I'm so turned up cant turn me down
Blowing pounds
she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck,
a bit to smile
Some daydreams marked
By many little strikes out
(Let me begin)
(Let me begin)
Comfort, comfort why do you run for it?
Why can't
A jewelled sceptre plucked by order to serve their cause
To vanquish the swords of chaos and tip the scales again
The last of noble blood you know
We're doing a sequel
We're back by popular demand
C'mon on everybody, strike up the band
We're doing a sequel
That's what we do in Hollywood
she go ass up face down
All my bills be blue now just
My bitch and my crew now
I keep my choppa
I ride 'round with my choppa
I might shoot your block
10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm bout the bands, I do that
wear that dress
Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies
lay-up and face up my big bills
And paste up, got no chill for fake ones, like, for real, they say
I'm a classic man
You can be mean when you look
.jpg "Bill Gaither")
.jpg "Bill & Gloria Gaither")
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