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warhol.ss - shiggy dance كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(flea)
keep the money long
keep the grass cut

[chorus]
do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
she got sh_tty friends, f_cked her on a xan
i’m a flavor baby, talkin’ zatarain’s
when they know you havin’ paper you don’t need advance
if i lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die
we gon’ slide on em’, cross em’ out and leave em’ fried
i be speakin’ all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies
we commit the perfect murder, we got alibies

[verse 1]
we got mob ties, we ain’t talkin’ b_tch
it’s a black tie, i don’t attеnd events
yeah i’m on that purplе rain, they think my cousin prince
they ain’t never went a mile cause’ i ain’t gave a inch
it get to that fourth quarter i’ma come in clutch
grabba fillin’ up my lungs, i don’t want a dutch
put that cutter in that choppa’, make em’ dance n_gga
bullets poppin’, now he hoppin’ like it’s double dutch
n_ggas snitchin’, droppin’ dimes, penny hardaway
ain’t no m’s when it’s easy, went the harder way
fly to brooklyn, on the floor, we at the barclays
n_gga actin’ like he king, he in the p_wns place
say a prayer and get to cookin’, b_tch i’m gods child
leave that sh_t all on the floor, like a dirty towel
$150 on filet mignon, outta’ town
white b_tch, snortin’ coke lines, single file
i don’t watch cable, i got hulu
wake up and get high, i’m watchin’ youtube
we ain’t havin’ money problems, keep the money long
but i see it’s haters every time i’m comin’ home
when i mention chips i ain’t talkin’ pringles
i be out in vegas with them pipes like i’m [?]
n_ggas broke, he be stealin’, he got sticky fingers
if i catch him blow his hand off, beanie sigel
[chorus]
do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
she got sh_tty friends, f_cked her on a xan
i’m a flavor baby, talkin’ zatarain’s
when they know you havin’ paper you don’t need advance
if i lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die
we gon’ slide on em’, cross em’ out and leave em’ fried
i be speakin’ all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies
we commit the perfect murder, we got alibies

[verse 2]
hit the road with a kit, i get high and go to work
n_ggas tryna’ copy swag but they know who did it first
still prayin’ on my downfall, tryna’ wish the worst
i was chasin’ paper, n_ggas still runnin’ after skirts
i’ma break your head if you ain’t [?]
i got plugs up on every coast, i ain’t ever seen a drought
still f_ckin’ with them n_ggas every time i hit the south
you be f_ckin’ with them rats so you bound to be a mouse
hit the bushed, wait it out, now it’s time to hit his house
caught him sleepin’ with his b_tch, hit him in his f_ckin’ mouth
ridin’ with the real dogs, yeah they know we in the town
paint your b_tch whole face, then treat it like a crown

- warhol ss

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