Lyrics:
How's it coming?
Good
You?
Done!
One minute
Hamburg Heaven
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I got another job
Where?
"Chic"
What's
the resume
She know G-H-E double T-O's ego's like Nino's
But anyway
Gyaldem are surprised when they see
Man on the dance floor like why
What d'you think I'm in
gon' do baby)
Do ya money dance, get money
You know Daibizzo so polished like he been on
That's why he fuck up every record that he get on
You know I
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
promise me
You never leave me.
You're my ride or die, ride or die, ride or die
Sip brown liquor shot tequila drink margarita dance to salsa you kept this
And the new south, thank God
Is still the same
Old Nashville's still got a song and dance
And the Florida girls still
Wear no underpants
And we all get drunk
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
a problem with that subject
By hearing my album I know that’s Something they regret
Should of went and took the bet
Instead of being in ya house right Now
the first house on the left
And get it, got it good
You made it, I knew you would
We got them drinks up in the back and them chic-key's looking good
Hold
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
Why you tryna act slick bruv
DO
They be taking the piss cuz
DO
Bare manna chat shit blud
DO
Climbing on my dick
DO
Why you tryna act slick bruv
DO
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
elite
With memmix on the beat
Y'all can't compete
Everybody on the dance floor
Moving they feet
We some different Mc's
Look how we rip
Look how we spit
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
there
That's why when you walk in the
Dance all the skengman go to, i'm in there
Put your sunglasses on
Dance with me to my sunglasses song
Some manors
the chain on my neck?
Can't we rewind?
Dance in Chanel
Chic chic, let's spin round
Don't blame me
I've got nothing to show
It's freezing cold and
When I
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
niggas gone copy now
Your bitch she like the way I drip I told her come and wipe me down
My trap back jumping just like chic fil a I got good prices now
Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Hey you guys
Hey you guys
Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
All the children went to heaven
Won't be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
on the dashboard
Leaning towards my shoulder
We don't have to be anywhere until the night is over
So why don't we insert the disc
And dance to it like it's lit
I can
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