Lyrics:
rapping?
If you try to call my bluff, I double Back and have to clap him
All these motherfucking problems
If you want them, you can have them
Look, everybody
That thing dropped outta high school
That thing got a low IQ
Put your hands up in the air if your booty dumb and you 5'2"
She hoppin' out of my
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
of the land by the LRA squad
Led by the new messiah, J Ko, ain't no fraud
So come into Uganda and get your ass shot
Going Kony on these bitches, going Kony,
turns back to flint and sand
I only cease to love as love demands
As you know it takes a while to clap those
Fragments from your idle hands
Couple
and
I got out, I wanna tell the world that I survived
I got out, I wanna tell the world that I am alive
Clap your hands and we’ll sing together
There is
he passes by, they all invite him
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
and goes
Everybody, put your hands in the
Air and act like you can manage your musical
Interests right here
But you can’t, that’s why you spiked
Hair, spiked
something He finished already?
He move like LeBron 3 to 1, yeah you better go get the confetti
It's Yahweh
Everybody look the Messiah's coming
What's in your
my hand
Okay? No nigga, don't put your hands up
Just watch (Watch it) my hand i'll do this
And then I'll do this let's try this (Clap)
(Wait, stop,
night, got nowhere to be
I'm pretty fine just walkin' with you
Hold your hand while you whistle that tune
Tell you what, if you like my strut
I'll
everybody to my bud's imagination
Where my heart sings blues
And drunken affirmations
The flowers in the pavement
Are there to salvage hip-hop
Crooked
So hot I need a fan on me (uh huh), everybody wanna land on me (uh huh)
So come on and put ya hand on me (uh huh), now what's damn with a wam on it?
feel like calling it quits but the Lord he understands so I push through
I can run through a troop and leap over the walls
Now please hold your applause
shine koni ma peji
Brother man investment is not by Rolex
Your appearance does not determine your progress
This life no balance everybody get hin problem
girl-e-o
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by they all invite him in
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance talk
niggas put fear in my heart
We only fear going broke
And none of you niggas put fear in my heart
We cut your head by the throat
Never would hang with you
of my plan
Try an sell me a dream, put some CREAM in my hand
want to garuntee me numbers on your weekly soundscan
Try an, smile in my face while you
the road to see a little girleo.
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends,
And every time he passes by, they all invite him in.
He'll clap his
you walked in, and my heart went "boom"
Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom
Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume
Grind
much confidence
And catch compliments on all continents
So clap your hands everybody, Germany to Amsterdam
From the USA to the whole UK, Scandinavia
of Blackness
Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh
Well I got the real for ya
One time for your holy mind
Come on, hold on, yes
[Chorus]
Hold on,
raise your hands
cnd give up all of your plans
Mischief and tricks in it, shake 'em off like Elvis's pants
One step back and then advance
Like the horses,
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
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