Lyrics:
[Kool Moe Dee] Ha ha, now just, shake your booty
[LA Sunshine] Then you got to move your hips
[Special K] C'mon throw your hands in the air
[all three]
BANG!
was my friend to the end
Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend
I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice
the newer to the new not the old spice
hood
Kicking down your doors
But who the hell else
You gonna bounce for?
Put your hands up
Like we teachers
Coming live through your speakers
Got that
of speed
Tumbling down towards the town of sound
Holding your tiny pet in your tiny hands
The sun bounced across her fluffy skin
The clouds surrounded by
on deck let me show you how to ball
If i brought it to the club
Then I'm a spend it all
Feeling like Gucci I'm a dog I'm a dog
Once i finish with your girl
on the floor
Ass down
When the big booty dropping put on a show
Hands up
Booty on the floor
She drop it super low
She said she got it
She gone flaunt it
You
I'm a mothafuckin' champion
This right here the fuckin' anthem
I can't dap you without hand san'
I don't know where your dirty ass hands been
I wake
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
an infant blue.
“I’m cookin!” He shouts turning down flames.
“What are you doing besides having the worlds government after you... performing a show? Are you
Twitter space?
I just never show my face
You never need to when your friends are on the Internet
Skype and Minecraft, Discord hangout
Redpilled, based,
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
show she said,
I kinda like your style,
Well maybe we could go to bed,
And I can help you run the three minute mile,
But first you got to take
outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air,
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care,
With
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
Better believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph,
It's not a fallacy, he's actually into beastiality
It's sad to see this nasty being jacking horses masterfully
His hands aren't clean, bad diseases,
staff hitting, steady doing my thang
Robin Robin the leader, Robin Robin in charge
(Show 'em your baby hands!)
Nah, Robin Robin's are large!
(Nah
Ten toes deep when I’m super Saiyan 2
If you want smoke better bring your whole crew
On another level you don’t want these issues
Cause I’m
hitting for
Pulled out a yard and said, "We betting a dove"
Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some love
Kicking back fading, put the flame to the joint
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Cyde, let's ride
The thought of you, girl, with another man is the thought
of me killing you with a gun in my hand
Call
keep it super strategic that's why we huddling up,
Super beekeeping the clutch, jumping we doubled the Dutch,
And I put it right on your head, you do
I am
Smoke a bowl feeling cold fucking hold my hand
Baby I am not a dog let me be your man yeah
I bite I don't bark fucking growl show my teeth
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