Lyrics:
I was gone for good...
And nobody was there...
WELL IT'S A BAD PLACE TO BE
FEELIN' ABSURD WITH YA PANTS DOWN
IT'S A BAD PLACE TO BE
DRAWIN' FOR
Say you are a dancer - come and dance
Take off your shirt - take off your pants
Take off your stockings - take off your bra
Take off your makeup
wid now!|Yuh bwoy Chorus Move from 'gainst man and go look some|Gyal Every weh man deh, yu deh like mi pants material Move!|Yu nuh see mi an a gyal
talkin' dance, nigga
don't do no playin' with 'em
Walk through the land, chop stuffed down in my pants 'cealing
I'm on some bad shit
I'm talkin' all
of us all
And says, "If you can make the music then you can have the dance
If you can shoot the pistol then you can wear the pants"
So leave
I'mma teach you how to dance, how to dance, how to dance
Oh
Teach me how to dance and groove me out my pants
And my body through a trance and fuck we
Well I just hit town
And I flew in the by the seat of my pants
Well I just touched down
And got me some crazy plans
I'm an ace I'm a deuce
old friend"
Walked up the hill to touch it
Then I unzipped my pants
And pissed on it when nobody was looking
Like a great eternal Klansman
With
about me 'cause my shit was French Toast
I'm like, "I'll never wear this shit again"
So I got my grandad work pants, he had Dickies
You cool if you
and fly any day
You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my
if you think you're helpless
You control what you do with your life
So you sit on your pants and holler
'Cause the world ain't been treating you
known to break in yo' shit
I plan on facin' a bitch after you takin' my lick
Full of Xans in a cop car
Glock in my pants, stay with my green flag,
I be in my bag, ooh
Mm-mm, I'm alright, I don't need no friends, ooh
Mm-mm, you was the only one I could vent to
Mm-mm, Dolce and Gabbana pants
He throw gangs signs, pants off his ass
He say he bang now, them people told 'em fuck 'em
He came up and now they shame now
People say that nigga
smoke my own, I make Chanel Runtz
The Gucci pants, I get them tailored make em a lil' short
Pinchin' penny, shooting dice, that shit a hood sport
That
open up
Bitch, you basic, ask for cash, bitch, you crazy
You know I'm crazy, let my side bitch wear your bracelets
She got on Gucci track pants
Come
hurt
Everybody move, nobody hurt
Man to a woman, ah so di ting work
Man to a woman, ah so di ting work
Pants and shirt to a blouse And skirt
dats how much mi pants worth
Ah two credit card buy dan shirt
One time I did never have nuttin now when mi
Step out cash money rolex and more money
I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
This verse from the everyday working woman
I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid
bredda
An' mi madda we never have nothin'
Just love fi one another
Pants an' shirt mi use to
Share with mi brother
Six a we inna one bed, with one
and represent
Shit no, sick flow throw some medicine
X-Macmilicon young, black militant
Cash on the stash god damn, magnificent
Might as well sag my pants
Beat dem wid some size thirty six pants
Majestic or Hardwood Classic blue classic
(JERSEY)
Jeans and what inna mi closet (JERSEY!)
Me have di baseball
a Glock, it's your hand
Can you make that pussy pop through your pants? (Pants)
Jet full of bad bitches to Japan
Can you make that pussy squirt when we
Huh, two fifty, this a real one
Bad bitch, all that shit I spent, she gon' kill sum'
Chrome heart pants, covered up, I'm tryna kill sum'
Bitch suck
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