Lyrics:
got me ducking on public
31 who my moves number stunna draft pick
Rather dance on video then documented cage by 12 sick
Carried in dropped what I stand
its hands
Follow every step being swayed by its dance
Outcome always same, nigga tell me what's the root
I am not a judge, but I'm not oblivious
a heat like that
Corona tequila sunrise, we dance in the middle of the night
By the beach, by the pool, everywhere, yeah we call it
Beach Summer Vibe
Beach
on and on she'll never stop
its party time an she wants to rock
one by one her buttons drop
little wiggle in the middle
no more top
the bassline (THUMPS), rita jumps
cause
Keep rising in your truth
You're shining like the marigolds
Keep strengthening your roots
Celebrations come in waves
And in the end, she couldn't
you call
Why didn't you break it off
Why didn't I know
Given the chance
Would you wanna dance
In the middle of the road
Could you stand and still laugh
dance with the devil (yeah)
Anyways (yeah), gotta keep my hands on the metal (yeah, ooh)
Got a Glock on both hips, bitch, I'm Malcolm in the middle (uh,
feeling you
I heard the beat dropped in the middle of the dance floor
Seen this little Mami, she was dancing my way
Everything stopped in the middle
Six long months I spent in quincy
Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball
I stepped out and I stepped in again
I stepped out and I stepped in again
I
oil
For I'm part of the world
And rivers flow in me
Digging in my bones
Nobody is free
'Till she spreads her wings
And flies alone
Embraced by the roots
Went by our old house a little while ago
Nothing but a mailbox
And weeds were growing
Rusted red swing swaying in the breeze
Handprints in
Stuck in the middle of Little Foot
And a Sharptooth
Madonna wanna be
Honestly just a cartoon
Let's play that game on our belly
Where we draw secrets
Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150
Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy
Four by four with some big ole' titties
Kenwood's bumping and I'm
you owe me to somebody
Then they'll leave you beneath
People go crazy when they feel me
In the Middle East they drill me
If you let your guard down
Then
cola
I'm just practice posing face is shaded in black
Is dominating as my color the massive attack
Right now I hit it kick it flow smooth hit middle
interruptions
Rusted in the aqueducts, forgotten, water turn to rust
So watch out for the blow combust cause they gon turn you into dust
Red light pass cold
by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take
the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
filled with poison seeds of death I looked like an asshole
I'm always being hassled by the man he is manly
Gladly a rusted part in the machine we stan Stan
In the early Spring time while I'm daydreaming
Thoughts arrive
Entirely focused on your royalty
Citrine by design
Alloy of make and believe for me
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
got sold out dates
(sold out)
(sold out)
Pump ya breaks
Middle finger to the Jakes
(Middle finger to the Jakes)
Pump ya breaks
We in different states
to the firmament
Overthrow the vapors
With a fail-safe method composed
By your nosy neighbors like this:
Smack dab in the middle of his palms
Had a new day victory,
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