Lyrics:
HudMo Dope says "what's up?"
Go Dreamer's a (?), wish upon a star
I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars
This that spaceship, that space
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
think you want it back after I did this
And im dancing in circles, oh shit! Your Ubers fucking here
But I didn't get the chance to tell you
I did all this
can't take it then get back (get back)
Get back (get back), get back (get back)
If you can't take it then get back (get back)
Get back (get back), get
a fact
You scratch mine and I'll scratch your back
Sugar, you're so fine, and the journey's fine
And we'll be fine
Oh, when we make it by and we get by
I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'
"Back, front back
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Feet in the stirrups
she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Guess who's back?
They call me Pillsbury dough-bwoyyyy
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Guess who's back?
They call me Pillsbury dough-bwoyyyy
Got ocean views from ceiling to the floor
Keep a milli' by the bed a hundred more up shore, o-ore
Closets full of Louis and Christian Dior
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall)
Tell me
How you
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo
[Chorus]
"Back, front back, front back, fr-front back, side to side" [Repeat: x2]
Never let hoe
Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I
Keep it down on the low key (low key)
You should know how it feels (hey, hey!)
I seen
could take it back
Hold that shit down and get your weight up
Put in your pill papers and
Keep your faith up
'Cause when you was trappin'
Baggin' your
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Feet in the stirrups
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Feet in the stirrups
you gone die today, if we catch you uh huh
Bitch I'm with Jasiah he my slatt, you gone die if you don't get back bitch
Get back, get back
(Get back
up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up
(Sit back down!)
Funk you right
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