Lyrics:
the funk's gone
There's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid
You might imagine me funky though like Cupid
What is this? This is a tribute to the Mob
Don’t lie to ‘em baby, let ‘em how you feel
You don’t even gotta say it
Show ‘em that it’s real
Shake that on me, shake that on me
Shake that on me
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
everything you do
My boy
Bet you wondering how I got the beard to join
I just used some minoxidil and castor oil ntwana
I was up all night long with bright
to break down your door I'm about to shake your soul
Don't want to play games no more What do you take me for
I'm about to break the mold
I'm about to break
dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them
To come alive
To survive
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Dynamite just like Jim Walker and my
Ass fat just like Kim Parker
She not everything I need but
She everything I want
Not everything I ask for but I
Give
Big booty yeah
Shake shake shake it off shake it off
Screenshot me text and post it bitch
You've got no followers or edges
You lookin mad stupid sis
everything you got the perfect intuition and ambition
What you waiting for got that thang outside we can skate for sure
We can hit the shore can't wait no
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
What up sunshine, my everything
You mean that much to me
You gon' get yours, get the best of me
We bout to have a good time
We bout to get high
On a higher ground while my niggas lurking
Smoking gold blunts while I'm silver surfing
Oops pardon me I flew by ya
Got you coughing like Snoop by ya
High off
the P’s
Everything Gucci
But I’m rockin Louis v
Pull up to the spot
I got everything ya need
I got good smoke
You can smell the bag
And I got dumb swag
you're doin'
I ain't ever had no preconceptions
That was everything you ever wanted
Get that
Nothin' would last forever
Parker Street made me remember
on yo lie
All I got is real ones by my side
Man
Make sure you do right man
It's gone be this way until I die
Wide awake making tea you probably sleep
Jacques
If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas
In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit
Keep it moving like in KIs of coke
You the 100th
If it's alright i'm taking my heart out and
Leaving it by your bedside
Usually giving you this cuz it feels right
Feels right only after one night,
up and down on that pool
Money ask over the floor
Like them niggas pockets got holes
Hypnotized by your hips and thighs
Hot damn you fine
You make my
kissing like you're mad
With the type of junk got you thinkin' dippin' in the trash
Known to living fast
Take a break, back up
Then I'm back up like
Parker damn drum
Hit me till you make a song
Make me do the shake, tell me how I taste
Guinness World record
How much licky can you play
Cut it like
the cold truth
Boys who keep on talking
See I thought already told you
Boy bigO is old school
I play my by own rules
Everything you listen to comes straight
, shake everything
You gotta shake shake shake, shake everything you got)
When confusion tries to tear your world apart
And you know the book of destiny by
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
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