Lyrics:
what, and do the Puma strut
So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face
With the mothafuckin' bass
Then you're gonna taste blood in your
I don't believe in frettin' and grievin'
Why mess around with strife?
I never was cut out to step and strut out.
Give me the simple life.
Some
overkill
Know your body's made to move, ya feel it in your guts
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name if it don't make ya strut
Don't sweat it, we'll get
(just keep on strutting, repeated... *brak-bra-ackkk* the chicken strut...)
you strut,
Don't sweat it, get it back to you,
Overkill, Overkill
what, and do the Puma strut
So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face
With the mothafuckin' bass
Then you're gonna taste blood in your
people, you'll hear Milenberg Joys
In a special orches-stration!
Even Mamma Dinah will be there to strut for the boys
I'n a room full of noise.
She'll
comes from the heart
I'll give 'em that
I'll give 'em this
I'll strut away
Boy! You can't miss!
Just put a star on my chart
they won't need this
can't run for help
I heard a gulp in your throat, cause you hope that I'll be merciful
But coo-cluck, I made you strut as I rehearse a few
Battle drills,
and 6 inch high shoes
You strut your stuff and latex my strategy is rough
Girl let me touch you there
I want to feel you
Girl let me touch you
and checking a new hit
We get up, fresh out, pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like, Rocky and Cosby, sweater
your strut to my heart,
And when you shook your hips i just feel apart.
I'm addicted to you woman.
Intoxicated by your smile.
Showing all kinds
the coochie and be making it swell
Trying to hide the smell of the sex, spraying on the Chanel (turn it up)
Then they try to walk with a strut so no one could
settle down and give a love that's true
I have lost my strut and I cry inside, I'm so blue
Woo-woo-woo, I tried to tame you but it can't be done
black car
When you strut down through Manhattan
Everyone knows who you are
And you've been keeping secrets
You wanna do naughty things
Just watched some
Buttercup.
Things are seldom what they seem,
Skim milk masquerades as cream;
Highlows pass as patent leathers;
Jackdaws strut in peacock's feathers.
strut along further,
my advice, you can do better
just say whatever
[Chorus]
Well, you said you would love me forever
well, blablablablablablabla
you
bottle up
mami got a little strut, baby, baby
pour a little in the cup
get ya little bottom up
you can get up in the trunk, maybe, maybe
then I come in
So I got my boots on,
Got the right amount of leather
And I'm doing me up with a black color liner
And I'm working my strut but I know it don't
Well I´m a rock and roll preacher
Not a Sunday school teacher
You ain´t no shady lady
But I love the way you strut your stuff
You´re a snow queen
encrusted shit, live illustrious
'Cause we was deprived of it, suffered
Now, we pop to prove any thing's possible
My pimp strut was invented when they
like the beginning and the end of summer
Little kisses on your face make you wanna love her
Never walks, only skips, sashays and struts
She can twerk,
people, you'll hear Milenberg Joys
In a special orches-stration!
Even Mamma Dinah will be there to strut for the boys
I'n a room full of noise.
She'll
Boy struts on the main street
He's dressed for affect
But his eye's reveal he's really red
He's all alone don't ask me why
This kid from Brooklyn
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