Lyrics:
gonna be on you when they see you hit dat dougie right?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my bro from Morningside
He go by Bubba and he hit dat dance like
man sound better
Than me with my style"
I had to mimic how your style sound
To prove I can shit on you with any style
I'm moving my bows now
I'm
in with Harmony
[Harmony]
Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody call
follow me follow me, Sister Harmony
I perk, perk, perk, perk you
gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands above my head
Hands together, forgive him before he's dead
Because
I won't cry for you dances
I
Teach we come to teach we come to teach the nation
Lyrically, lyrically inspiration
Love and nuff unity with lots of education
We'll take it by
Teach we come to teach we come to teach the nation
Lyrically, lyrically inspiration
Love and nuff unity with lots of education
We'll take it by
with that white, boy
Bitch I'm Obie Trice
Now I could smack him wit' an
Open fist then choke his bitch
Then draw on Cass'
(cast) but not how high school
like a man-whore
Especially the big girl
Big girls need love too
No discrimination here squirrel
So keep your hands off my cheeks
Let me study how you
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
once upon a time
I've always been the master spellcaster on Earth
I rhyme on a dime
I cast my spells with chords
Chords to teach my lessons
I'm not
got this feeling somebody dance with me
Somebody dance with me
Dance, sweat move your body
Jump around, start the party
Enjoy yourself, you are not
if you're rolling with me, mash the petal and let's ride
I never carry a gun, so I need something by my side
She's Jada, I'm Will Smith, not
I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views
Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you
Into a box, where your son don't
strategy meets skill
It's called cribbage, and it's a classic
I'll kick your ass and I'm not being sarcastic
With the board and pegs, you keep track of your
on the dance floor
Stop telephoning me! I'm busy!
Stop telephoning me!
Can call all you want but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
your corner and reminisce (yeah)
Try not to go into a depressing abyss (black hole)
But it might be hard for you to resist (I'm all done bro hand that
gonna be on you when they see you hit dat dougie right?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my bro from Morningside
He go by Bubba and he hit dat dance like
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Excuse me, what is your
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
(Yo a lot
dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Excuse me, what is your
abundantly clear
That you and your wife are not to ever come near
And I'll work with the Prosecutor's office to make sure that happens
I'm already making sure
to say
It came from the heart and it went this way:
Go to hell girl, you make me sick!
I hope your new boyfriend gets cancer in his dick
What the fuck
fuck with full time cappers (ha)
We don't fuck with full time cappers (G-Eazy, what it do?)
If you think I'm fuckin' your bitch, ask her
I told her
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