Lyrics:
back by ghosting all the thots and sticky hands
Fuck all the jewels and the cars the ataraxia's what I flex
Trust the universe so i stop getting stressed
way him give to use
Many way we follow do today
Where them dey ?
Them no dey so you batter wise
I have been on the road
Everyday by day
Because I know
chances i got to much on my plate
Keep on asking me to realize she was brought to me by fate
But shorty a lesson never a blessing my heart really was
a acting tough on the internet
Last time I checked I was still correct
And I finessed the feds hope you didn't forget
Hold your plug by the neck
Put him in
by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma...)
Hey! wait a minute!
Hey this, this stuff...
I never seen one
On the Mississippi Mud.
And what a dance do they do
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Why, they don't need no band
They keep time by clappin their hand.
Just
on ready
I'll fire up my step-side Chevy
Got some George Strait blarin' on a mixtape
Ready to roll every road out the right way
Where movin' light dances
George Gervin I'm the ice man yeah - umm cool'n me now
Told my jeweler bring the AC - umm cool'n me now
From cold city with a cold heart I'm cool'n
to dance with the devil by my side
He said to shake some ass
And by George oh was he right
I had something to forget
And the beat was going low
No more care,
What's up
You say what
It's your boy Ariyo Burna you already know
See how I do this shit rightly
And then it be like George W.Draper
You say what
to dance
Gold scales swayed to the music
Held everyone entranced
I remember Lucia
And The way she used to dance
Soon after she was born
She drew her
throw cash
Ima throw cash
While she slow dance
She just want bands
No romance
I'ma throw bands
While she slow dance
She just want cash
No romance
Sittin' on a Saturday night
Out By The Bonfire
Lookin' at her pretty blue eyes
Shinin' in the moonlight
Watchin' her dance the night away
Playin'
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
skirt
She dances barefoot an' her feet don't hurt
We drink pa-pays by the moonlit shore
And when we kiss she hollers "More, More, More!"
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
?
the stands I don't dance
In the club by the door
With the gun by my hands
By my pants a motherfuckin' eighty-
I'ma tell all you niggas, y'all niggas owe me
partner but its all good
And just in case you want to find me
King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
bridge
Opening the barbican
Unlatching the portcullis
Between gargoyle guardians
Set the cards out by the table
To read before St George's play
Place he
put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Hyde's cover of "Careless Whisper" by George Michael. Sung in all his Engrish glory.
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance
a hold on me
Will I live for another day?
Hey, Will I live for another day?
Well the queen of George street just went walking on by
Walking on by
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
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