Lyrics:
dance is a stance far away from you
Your favorite dance involves no pants and somebody new
Once upon a time
Their lips are dancing two by two
And I can't
the way I got big spitting stories
Bme's X-Clan, vanglorious
We're not your favorite, fuck it
You know the system and you buck it
Have you revisiting
thru to my crib and stay the night
Lick my lips got appetite
Slippery but it still hold me tight
Do your dance in them yoga pants
I'll stretch you out
by Satan
Then your face was stepped on and
Shaved with the weapons of Jason
Left in the rain til the leprosy sank in
Left to be eaten by featherless
by the boys of the world
But I!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, I told you that we would
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
the different you's
Football jersey in addition to
Your your practice pants used to get the party poppin
We used to party hop, we used to be Miami's partied a lot
time you reach down a boy's pants...
You'll miss your favorite coat...
Waffles with whipped cream and strawberries...
Beating your friends at video
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
nigga, not a blitz
I did what I can, how am I wrong?
Woke up in the morning, thought about bands
Went to sleep with your bitch hands in my pants
Fire Bins
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
niggas they still moving grams
Anything less than a pound boy you are not a man
You share drip with yo brother those are not your pants
I might buy my
I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till
up, no more of them zip cups
Flips up, and homies round here put your fist up
And yell “sk850,” fuck a hiccup and a mix up
Mixed up with a couple
gonna sweat crazy
What's your favorite gatorade, lady
Hadn't been shopping, Perrier water maybe
I hope you ain't hungry got mash but no gravy
But we
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
Listen, honey: Would I lie to you just to get in your pants?
He-Het! Listen! Hey, listen to me tellin' ya: WE ARE NOT GROUPIES!
Naw, I never.. I never
on occasion
You only let me roll damn I think you taught me that
Saggin’ all your pants, rock it like you brought it back
Crop top when that summertime drop
where are your pants
Marissa Melissa can't keep they hands of them
Booby trapped up like Alessia Cara I swear I hate it here
Ooh here
Shitty's
killin' 'em off, so listen
I sag my pants until my ass shows
I even slap hoes (Bitch)
Yeah I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah)
And your parents hate me cause I
favorite song is Regina Spektor “Eet”
She loathe's me every week
cnd never skips a beat
We drown til' we mad
cnd we yell til' we heap
Those peas in that pod
(Yeah I'm getting these Ricks)
Uh, this No. 9 on my shirt (My shirt)
This No. 9 on my pants (My pants)
Yeah YSL, that's my favorite (Yeah ok that's my
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
touch, let me touch your body
Yeah, let me touch your body baby
(You know what's comin, with your fine ass)
Yeah, listen
You're putting on my favorite
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