Lyrics:
style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin'
got it like that
Once you drop it to the floor tell me can you bring it back
Aye, how you move like that.
I see you in ya groove, you wit ya crew like
falling
And I knew you was a problem, watch out!
Feeling like a million dollars
Don't you go and call me daddy
If you make me meet your father
Play it safe,
and let us in.
Tsu Surf
Verse
Demons in my head we out late I’m with the zombies off the porch I’m bangin with the bangers you can sign me up daddy
nobody got me flabber-
But when I look into your eyes
I go goo-goo ga-ga
Moral of the story
You set my heart on fire
You're the queen by my side
Till
nobody got me flabber-
But when I look into your eyes
I go goo-goo-ga-ga
Moral of the story
You set my heart on fire
You're the queen by my side
Till
Worthy of Love
(Hey, hey, hey)
I'm a stand by you
cnd you gon stand by me
Join the birthday club
cnd groove to the beat
Picture perfect it'll be worth it
drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make
smooth synthetic, the physical's mental
But the outcome is energetic
Larger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritual
To set it one time on the physical
I used to wonder what they meant
By walking the floor
Now there's grooves under my boots
And I don't wonder anymore
All those simple country
with the most step carefully around me
I bribe by the rules you know
disturb my groove and you gots to lay low
Geronimo have it in the cut
drunk? I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn that beat off
No, keep it going
Crazy Town, yo y'all just
hanging round to be my sugar daddy
So you can paddy on that paddy wagon but without me and you can...
Let a woman be a woman
[Verse 2]
Coming through
away from Tone
A nigga got demons
See every night, I can hear my childhood self asking my daddy why he leaving
Used to rap to the intro of Saved by
lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin' moet, is where you'll find me
The back
It's crazy but I'm frightened
By the sound of the telephone, oh yeah
I'm worried that the caller
Might have awful news, oh my
Who knows these
style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club,
gaze graspin' the score
My mind's still by the mar
Where we walked along the shore
All these faces tangled up mixed in your kinky hair
Did your daddy
gaze graspin' the score
My mind’s still by the mar
Where we walked along the shore
All these faces tangled up mixed in your kinky hair
Did your daddy buy
I'm gon' drank
Here with my Gs, give a fuck what y'all thank
Know you got a small bank, Can tell by your energy
And me? I'm an asshole that's testing
I’m at
And I like the way that she move
And I like the way that she groove
And I don’t have to pick
Cuz these hoes always choose
I’m geeked up off
golden trigger
Middle finger, to the press
Niggas nowadays hidin' away from the stress
Ain't trynna get dressed, by the crooked ops
Politicians actin' like
Charlie Black, the baddest brother ever to rap
By the time I'm done, I'll have your bitch on my lap
And we go do that there, like a private affair
Large
I mix the old school w/ the new school till its true school
Lost in the groove like the dog up in blues clues
Jesus come out jogging out the tomb
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