Lyrics:
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
the groove
Pretty women in the room In the room
We ain't here to act a fool
We just want to keep it cool
Please don't stop the groove
I just want to make it
I heard you call out my favorite name
We locked eyes, and I, pulled out all my game
I want, to see you get yo body movin'
I made my way over, and I
the moment it passes us by yes quite quickly
See
So don't leave yourself stuck in the mud...
Leaving the mind to find the gut
Yeah
But once you find it
Don't
stomach settle down
Then fell into the shower as to let the funk drown
Put Degree under my arms, turned off the alarm
You only set it to regret it
A million
got
That one elder that wants to be young
Dancing on the floor to hype funk
The mood switches when the sun goes in
And birthday boy's mum goes in
dunks
Here's a gem before I punch the clock
Keep it trill get bread then you leave the spot
It be hard trying to feed the block
cause the niggas by your
the skrilla bitch.
Gotta fertilize yo cash an make it greener,
Electrictronic scale triple beamer,
Juss as sneaky as I want to be, trifle do,
Fuck
Well when she walks on by she's got that look in her eye,
Drop and roll, funk and soul.
And when she wants a guy you know she don't have to try,
It's not about the color, it's not about the color
It's not about the color of your skin, your skin
Funk Master Flex night (yeah, it's cool), hard
to give me face
It ain't no thang like Meek Milly yea I want that fucking wraith
I got the key to my city, we putting on like everyday
I got a bag to go
Man, I really want to go ahead and be talking about it, but nah, nah, nah, forget this, get on quese
Who's stating Godzilla? God said "nobody bigger,
You can count on me
I want to let you know
That you got a big heart
But you just don't know it
The lining of your shirt
Has something hidden there
You think the cat can’t do?
Why don’t you,, try me?
It’s not the end I’m just gettin started cause when I’m 46 I’ll still be gettin carded
Hehehehe,
What am I? what if I killed a guy,
Took his spine out his eye, and I hide it?
By a tree or inside it, would you cry when you find it?
That's kind
on the hill, for the summer season
New ice up on my wrist
That's a new freezer
I be running up a check up like it's no ceiling
If I want it, I'll get it
All I
Now it's 1995
And I finally got my foot in da door
Got props I want more
Cause I'm definitely not where I used to be
But I'm no where near where
They'll prolly say im too greedyyyyyyyy
Cuz i want more of it
Stop determining my greed by what you are content with
My content width make u 4 by 4
looking for the funk I got chunks in the trunk by the ton
Jig up this a stickup
Get your gun hit and run
Vicious official, never needed no whistles
I'm all
lines are arse like a sign of stretch marks and you
Always ask for an arc, answers always Noah
Two by two, I take them all down because it's
Deux contre
the rollie, aye-aye
You know it's okay to stay down 'til you come up
Don't fake the funk to fit it with the runners
The money you got ain't nothin' but a number
time, check the rollie, aye-aye
You know it's okay to stay down 'til you come up
Don't fake the funk to fit it with the runners
The money you got ain't
the funk like a
Puma yo wannabe niggas is fired or be
The ill reputed you throw shade
I throw it too, more than you can
Chew i get
Back at you, lyrically
I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by
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