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Nemzzz - PRINCE OF THE SCENE | Lyrics
:
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)
I'm chauffeur driven, I'm bait, there's no way I'm walking around
I know them ones they're tryna cut and you're runnin' them down (Ayy, ayy)
Prince of the scene right now, but they don't wanna give me the crown (Ayy, ayy)
A1 neck, can't lie, it's the reason I keep her around
Hittin' her good, she's tappin' out
Known in North, East, South
G63, got the Lambo' out
GT3, got the spoiler out
Chrome on me, I be subtle and stylish
Ting on bro, we ain't doin' no fighting
Bread in the safe, the cash is piling
Put on a good girl act, she's trifling
Ran up the— ran up the mileage, value drop
Three years on go, I still ain't stopped
Tay K in the booth, I'm tellin' him drop
But he don't listen, diamonds glisten
Socials dark, I'm keepin' it hidden
I just drop two, three songs went missing, like
I'm chauffeur driven, I'm bait, there's no way I'm walking around
I know them ones they're tryna cut and you're runnin' them down (Ayy, ayy)
Prince of the scene right now, but they don't wanna give me the crown (Ayy, ayy)
A1 neck, can't lie, it's the reason I keep her around
Chanel Runners, I'm in the M18 with the gunners
I get richer every summer, LV's in every colour
Goyard bag with a stack inside it, I ain't lettin' it go
I got too much pride
Job's not done, and I'm down for the ride
I'm pulling her hair, when I hit from behind (Yo)
Private chef, I'm eating good
I still go back to my hood
I'm living my life mis understood
See me shining like the sun
I'm in a Lambo, cutting it up
She in the pass-y touching me up
Foot on the gas, I'm revving it up
W's up, I already won
I'm chauffeur driven, I'm bait, there's no way I'm walking around
I know them ones they're tryna cut and you're runnin' them down (Ayy, ayy)
Prince of the scene right now, but they don't wanna give me the crown (Ayy, ayy)
A1 neck, can't lie, it's the reason I keep her around
#nemzzz #princeofthescene #ukrap #lyrics
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Nemzzz - PRINCE OF THE SCENE | Lyrics
:
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)
I'm chauffeur driven, I'm bait, there's no way I'm walking around
I know them ones they're tryna cut and you're runnin' them down (Ayy, ayy)
Prince of the scene right now, but they don't wanna give me the crown (Ayy, ayy)
A1 neck, can't lie, it's the reason I keep her around
Hittin' her good, she's tappin' out
Known in North, East, South
G63, got the Lambo' out
GT3, got the spoiler out
Chrome on me, I be subtle and stylish
Ting on bro, we ain't doin' no fighting
Bread in the safe, the cash is piling
Put on a good girl act, she's trifling
Ran up the— ran up the mileage, value drop
Three years on go, I still ain't stopped
Tay K in the booth, I'm tellin' him drop
But he don't listen, diamonds glisten
Socials dark, I'm keepin' it hidden
I just drop two, three songs went missing, like
I'm chauffeur driven, I'm bait, there's no way I'm walking around
I know them ones they're tryna cut and you're runnin' them down (Ayy, ayy)
Prince of the scene right now, but they don't wanna give me the crown (Ayy, ayy)
A1 neck, can't lie, it's the reason I keep her around
Chanel Runners, I'm in the M18 with the gunners
I get richer every summer, LV's in every colour
Goyard bag with a stack inside it, I ain't lettin' it go
I got too much pride
Job's not done, and I'm down for the ride
I'm pulling her hair, when I hit from behind (Yo)
Private chef, I'm eating good
I still go back to my hood
I'm living my life mis understood
See me shining like the sun
I'm in a Lambo, cutting it up
She in the pass-y touching me up
Foot on the gas, I'm revving it up
W's up, I already won
I'm chauffeur driven, I'm bait, there's no way I'm walking around
I know them ones they're tryna cut and you're runnin' them down (Ayy, ayy)
Prince of the scene right now, but they don't wanna give me the crown (Ayy, ayy)
A1 neck, can't lie, it's the reason I keep her around
#nemzzz #princeofthescene #ukrap #lyrics
![Cardi B - AH-HA (Sped Up) | Lyrics
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Cardi B - AH-HA (Sped Up) | Lyrics:
[Intro]
Ho, suck my dick, I say, Ah, ha (Ayy)
I just hold up my wrist, Im like, Ah, ha (Ayy)
Broke? Bitch, you wish, I’m like, Ah, ha (Ayy, look, ayy, look)
Im on my shit, look
[Verse 1]
Bitches be swearin they so fuckin’ bad (Bad), I dont see it (Where?)
A nigga cant trap me (No), I wont keep it (Never)
Bitches really hate me (So?), so be it (So be it)
Bathroom floors and these hoes both heated
It goes three, two to the one in this bitch (To the one in this bitch)
Ill give a ho exactly what she want in this bitch (What she want in this bitch)
Black trucks at the club, look like Trump in this bitch (Fuck him)
A ho never played with me once in this bitch, huh?
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, how a bitch feel aint none of my business (No)
Hoes want me to care about them so bad (So bad)
Girl, I aint worried about none of these niggas
Cant flex on me with somethin’ I had
[Chorus]
I’m laughin like Ah, ha
Ho, suck my dick, I’m like Ah, ha
Let me post my lil pic, Im like Ah, ha
Let me show off my fit, I’m like Ah, ha
Look, broke bitch, you wish
[Verse 2]
Postin pictures in the AirBnb, we know what crib you in (Lets go)
Im jumpin off the back of boats in the Caribbean (Yeah)
Im bout to post another picture, make em sick again
I be hoppin out the water, ass cheeks jigglin (Ah)
Look, skin glistenin, its fuckin sickenin (Yeah)
Look, I heard you dont like me, why the fuck you listenin? Ayy (Huh?)
Im a slapper, toe tagger
You think Im talkin bout your fave? Bitch, at her (Bitch, at her)
Cute in the face, heavy on the backside (Huh, huh)
Pussy on get a nigga baptized (Woo)
I was sparin bitches, for real, yall was lucky (Huh?)
But this year, Im pullin up and shittin like a Huggie, huh?
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, how a bitch feel aint none of my business
Hoes want me to care about them so bad (So bad)
Girl, I aint worried about none of these niggas (These niggas)
Cant flex on me with somethin I had
[Chorus]
Im laughin like Ah, ha
Ho, suck my dick, Im like Ah, ha
Let me post my lil pic, Im like Ah, ha
Let me show off my fit, Im like Ah, ha
Look, broke bitch, you wish
[Verse 3]
I said who hot as me? Thats what Im tryna figure out (Tryna figure out)
I threw a forty-ball, almost knocked a stripper out (Baow)
If I push up on your nigga, he gon fold (He gon fold)
Ima have him eatin ass, suckin toes (Uh)
Look, cute in the face (Face), heavy on the backside (Huh, huh)
Pussy on get a nigga baptized (Wet)
Get your nigga out my face, I dont want him (I dont want him)
But if I did, ho, Id be sittin on him, ayy
Bitch, you bark pretty loud for a lap dog
To get this kinda house, you gotta sell your catalog (Gotta sell your catalog)
Big fur coat, Cartier buffs (Uh, uh)
Shit, I probably shouldve sent this dude to Kash Doll (Yeah, mwah)
I look better, I dress better, I fuck better (Yeah)
I love a nigga that talk shit, make the nut better (Nut better)
All my exes is Os like a love letter (Mwah)
I put an intact on a track, make it run better (Better)
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, how a bitch feel aint none of my business
Hoes want me to care about them so bad (So bad)
Girl, I aint worried about none of these niggas
Cant flex on me with somethin I had
[Chorus]
Im laughin like Ah, ha
Ho, suck my dick, Im like Ah, ha
Let me post my lil pic, Im like Ah, ha
Let me show off my fit, Im like Ah, ha
Look, broke bitch, you wish
[Outro]
Ah
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo
Ho, suck my dick, Im like
#cardib #ahha #hiphop #lyrics Cardi B - AH-HA (Sped Up) | Lyrics](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wVvDks4LB_E/mqdefault.jpg)
![Lelo & Joey Bada$$ - Yoppenheimer (Remix) | Lyrics
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Lelo & Joey Bada$$ - Yoppenheimer (Remix) | Lyrics:
[Intro: Lelo]
Yeah
(Shogun is the master)
Yeah
Lets just be for real, you aint gon find no nigga fly as me
Lets just be for real, you aint gon find no nigga fly as me
[Verse 1: Lelo]
I should buy this bitch a ring, rain sounds when Im in Range
Came round his baby, now he tryna get her kitty spayed
Look and see your baby, aint the safest when its games to play
I should write a book, Ill fuck the bag up, Fifty Shades of Gray
I should write a sermon, serpents surfacing, they predetermined
Baby, Im the snake, cause all my neighbors I just see as vermin
She gon try and brandish all that hate, she prolly think Im nervous
She done tried to brandish all that hate, she prolly think its working
I done lost my cousin, say his name, youll prolly see me hurting
Niggas feeling rose, I should say I did it first
Lil ho think Im slow, finna get them feelings hurt
Lil ho think Im slow, finna get them feelings hurt
[Bridge: Lelo]
Yeah
Im the flyest nigga forever
Yeah
[Verse 2: Lelo, Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, when did being real start to get so fucking easy?
Told your bitch, Hit the road cause I dont fuck with needy
I got niggas in that cage, I dont fuck with Tweety
All my niggas all gang, we dont fuck with bleachers
I know niggas in that field that dont fuck with tweeting
I know niggas in that field that dont fuck with X
She just freaky for a nigga, she dont fuck with X (Nope, uh)
Bitch, I gotta get it now, I dont fuck with next (Look, ayy)
[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Lets just be for real, you aint gon find no nigga fly as me
Flyest nigga, I gotta be, when Im gone, they can honor me
Its levels to this shit and you niggas aint eye to eye to me
Fuck a horoscope, its dollar signs in my astrology
Oppenheimer flow, going nuclear when I ride the beat
Hoppin out the space ship, geronimo, landin on my feet
Lets just be for real, Im the flyest nigga, who beg to differ?
Swag is astronomical, not a star, Im the big dripper
Lil nigga, I can either destroy you or build with you
Versatile style from Bottega to Hilfiger
Been the poster child for the flyest nigga, this worldwide
Like Jekyll and Hyde, how I describe my different sides
She caught the vibe from across the room, Im the main attraction
VVs on my neck got her open, now thats a chain reaction
I mix the rugged with the lavish, we just made it fashion
I mix the rugged with the lavish, we just made it fashion
[Outro: Lelo & Joey Bada$$, Lelo, Joey Bada$$]
Yeah
Lets just be for real, you aint gon find no nigga fly as me (No, uh-uh, nope)
Lets just be for real, you aint gon find no nigga fly as me
Yeah
Lets just be for real, you aint gon find no nigga fly as me
Lets just be for real, you aint gon find no nigga fly as me
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![Tinashe - Crash Out | Lyrics
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Tinashe - Crash Out | Lyrics:
[Intro]
(Uh, uh, uh)
Go crazy (Uh), go, go, go, go, ayy, ayy (Goin)
Go crazy, crazy (Goin, mm)
Mm, go crazy, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go crazy, crazy (Yeah, yeah)
Go, go, go, go, go, go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Think Im bout to lose it, I dont even care no more
Ive been on some cool shit, but Im bout to lose control
Im about to crash out, every time I go outside (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Think Im bout to lose it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Dont talk to me
Used to play nice but Im off of it (Nice)
Cant take that bait they offering (Bait)
And all of that stress on top of it (Stress)
I just need to get my energy right (Energy right)
What you want from me? I— (What you want from me? I—)
Theyve been pressing me, I— (Theyve been pressing me, I—)
This cant be what this life is like
Its overrated, in a city full of people tryna make it
The American dream is outdated
Now they sitting on the Internet hating
[Pre-Chorus]
Talk shit, cant back it up (Back it up)
Bout to hit a switch, bout to cut em off (Cut em off)
All these motherfuckers bout to set me off (Set me off)
I swear, no, Im not the one
[Chorus]
Think Im bout to lose it (Lose it), I dont even care no more (Care no more)
I been on some cool shit (Uh, uh), but Im bout to lose control (Lose control)
Im about to crash out, every time I go outside (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thi-think Im bout to lose it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Think Im bout to lose it, lose it)
[Verse 2]
I dont wanna be humble (I dont wanna be humble)
I dont wanna be sweet no more (I dont wanna be sweet no more)
I dont wanna be a good girl (I dont wanna be a good girl)
I dont wanna be nice, fuck being polite (I dont wanna be nice, fuck being polite)
Im just being real, everybody uptight (Im just being real, everybody uptight)
Dont need validation but it would be nice (Dont need validation but it would be nice; Yeah)
I cant pretend (I cant pretend; Yeah)
All my enemies getting in my head (All my enemies getting in my head; Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Call me crazy (Mm), I been so distracted
Im just tryna focus (Focus), now I wanna know
[Pre-Chorus]
How you talk shit, cant back it up? (Yeah)
Bout to hit a switch, bout to cut em off (Off)
All these motherfuckers bout to set me off (Off)
I swear, no, Im not the one (The one)
[Chorus]
Think Im bout to lose it (Think Im bout, lose it all), I dont even care no more (Oh)
I been on some cool shit (Oh, oh), but Im bout to lose control (Control)
Im about to crash out (Crash out), every time I go outside
Everywhere I look now, everybody lost their mind
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Think Im bout to lose it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Think Im bout to lose it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I dont even care no more)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Think Im bout to lose it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Think Im bout to lose it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, uh, uh)
Go crazy (Uh), go, go, go, go (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy, ayy (Goin)
Go crazy, crazy (Goin, mm)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mm, go crazy, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go crazy, crazy (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Go, go, go, go, go, go
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![Ty Dolla Sign - nobody has to know (with Ronald Isley) | Lyrics
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Ty Dolla Sign - nobody has to know (with Ronald Isley) | Lyrics:
Ty Dolla Sign - nobody has to know (feat. Ronald Isley) | Lyrics
[Intro: Ronald Isley]
Nobody has to know
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dick you down, Ill take your soul
You gon let your homegirls know
Hit it from the back, put you on top
Ill let you take control
Low, go, take my soul
Girl, nobody has to know
Girl, nobody has to know
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Ronald Isley]
Dont tell me
You know how we get down when its just you and me
He cant fuck you like I do, girl, truthfully (Truthfully)
Met your match, I met my match, my twin flame (Twin flame)
And when I watch you walk away, that put me insane
Kill that pussy good and not too fast (Oh, baby, oh, babe)
(And then I whisper, I need a rematch)
Every time I gotta leave (No), youre so dramatic
(You know I gotta get my get-back, want me to)
Woo
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Ronald Isley]
Dick you down, Ill take your soul
You gon let your homegirls know (Your homegirls know)
Hit it from the back, put you on top
Ill let you take control
Low, go, take my soul
Girl, nobody has to know (Oh, baby)
Girl, nobody has to know
[Post-Chorus: Ronald Isley]
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody
[Verse 2: Ronald Isley]
Hold on, baby
Oh, dont let go, well, well, well
Whatever happens here
No, you cant tell a soul (Oh)
Im your secret lover, yeah
And tonight, your bodys mine
Under these covers
Oh, baby
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dick you down, Ill take your soul
You gon let your homegirls know
Hit it from the back, put you on top
Ill let you take control
Low, go, take my soul
Girl, nobody has to know
Girl, nobody has to know
[Outro: Ronald Isley]
Nobody has to know
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no (Nobody)
Nobody
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Take it slow, baby
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![Macklemore - Good Old Days (Feat. Kesha) | Lyrics
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Macklemore - Good Old Days (Feat. Kesha) | Lyrics:
[Kesha:]
I wish somebody would have told me, babe
Someday, these will be the good old days
All the love you wont forget
And all these reckless nights you wont regret
Someday soon, your whole lifes gonna change
Youll miss the magic of these good old days
[Macklemore:]
I was thinkin bout the band
I was thinkin bout the fans
We were underground
Loadin merch in that 12-passenger van
In a small club in Minnesota
And the snow outside of 1st Ave
I just wanted my name in a star
Now look at where we at
Still growin up, still growin up
I would lay in my bed and dream about what Id become
Couldnt wait to get older, couldnt wait to be some
Now that Im here, wishing I was still young
Those good old days
[Kesha:]
I wish somebody would have told me, babe
That someday, these will be the good old days
All the love you wont forget
And all these reckless nights you wont regret
Cause someday soon, your whole lifes gonna change
Youll miss the magic of the good old days
[Macklemore:]
Wish I didnt think I had the answers
Wish I didnt drink all of that flask first
Wish I made it to homecoming
Got up the courage to ask her
Wish I wouldve gotten out of my shell
Wish I put the bottle back on that shelf
Wish I wouldnt have worry about what other people thought
And felt comfortable in myself
Rooftop open, and the stars above
Moment frozen, sneakin out, and fallin in love
Me, you and that futon, wed just begun
On the grass dreamin, figuring out who I was
Those good old days
[Kesha:]
I wish somebody would have told me, babe
That someday, these will be the good old days
All the love you wont forget
And all these reckless nights you wont regret
Cause someday soon, your whole lifes gonna change
Youll miss the magic of the good old days
[Macklemore and Kesha:]
Never thought wed get old, maybe were still young
Maybe you always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe Ive been missin what its about
Been scared of the future, thinkin about the past
While missin out on now
Weve come so far, I guess Im proud
And I aint worried bout the wrinkles round my smile
Ive got some scars, Ive been around
Ive felt some pain, Ive seen some things, but Im here now
Those good old days
[Kesha:]
You dont know what youve got
Til it goes, til its gone
You dont know what youve got
Til it goes, til its gone
I wish somebody would have told me, babe
Someday, these will be the good old days
All the love you wont forget
And all these reckless nights you wont regret
Someday soon, your whole lifes gonna change
Youll miss the magic of these good old days
#macklemore #goodolddays #hiphop #lyrics Macklemore - Good Old Days (Feat. Kesha) | Lyrics](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yMg-7NeJX-4/mqdefault.jpg)
![Timbaland, Magoo - Drop (feat. Fatman Scoop) | Lyrics
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Timbaland, Magoo - Drop (feat. Fatman Scoop) | Lyrics:
[Intro: Fat Man Scoop]
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Fat Man Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Timbaland, Timbaland
Whatever I say, yall gotta do
Whatever I say, yall gotta do
Whatever I say, yall gotta do
Yall too, yall too, yall too, yall too
[Timbaland]
Oh lord, guess whos coming, Timbaland A.K.A freaky Phil Drummond
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland, or my nigga, Scoop, A.K.A Fat Man
Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce, fellas say (Oh) girls say (Nah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club, girl, dont be bashful, girl, back it up
Throw it girl like its poking man, shake that ass as fast as you can
White girl shaking like she burning from a sun tan, my dog gripping, grabbing like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back when you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac?
What you talking bout cutting niggas slack?, Girl, girl, you betta bend that back
12 my girls roll deep in the club, cant wait to hit the bar, and get effed up
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks, cant wait to freak one of the big old butts?
Before we start to turn it out, you must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out, you must first begin to
[Pre-Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Now drop, now drop, now drop, now drop
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Now drop, now drop, now drop, now drop
[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block, now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop, now drop
Do the snake, do the freak, do the pop, now drop
Yo, dont stop, dont stop
Real eyes down, south thighs, waist line
Five six seven now drop one time
All in together, now drop
Yo, dont stop, dont stop
[Verse 2: Magoo]
Get your freak on at club, we gone
We aint put the album out, niggas got their leak on
I done been up in the club, seen a ho with a thong
I aint hear good at first, she was singing the song
Shorty rocking donna, she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop,she was stopping and dropping
Stopping and dropping? Girl, this the part of the song where you need be snaking and popping
Snaking and popping? Yeah, ho, Mag made the song
Yall niggas still popping and locking
Aint no zone (?) a white girl, I aint turbo, rocking a damn curl
Watch Mag slow, while I break you down slow
When you get it right, girl, go for what you know
Wiggle a bit, stop, drop, get up, snake, freak, wop
Wiggle a bit, stop, drop, get up, snake, freak, wop
Get off the wall, hands off your balls
Yeah, nigga, with the drink in his hand, trying to ball
You dont want shorty, I can show you the dance
Gone once, gone twice, you done lost your chance
Now stop for Big Pun, stop for Big pun
Drop for Big L, drop for Big L
[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block, now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop, now drop
Do the snake, do the freak, do the pop, now drop
Yo, dont stop, dont stop
Real eyes down, south thighs, waist line
Five six seven now drop one time
All in together, now drop
Yo, dont stop, dont stop
[Verse 3: Magoo, Timbaland]
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin, hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling, Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club, Im making a ho feel it
Got no game, but I got big cash
Mess around, I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I aint cute enough, but my jimmy got a flick, and it shimmy
Im in the club, pulling hoes with Timmy
All my shadow people where, freaky, where you at?
All my Broadway people freaky, where you at?
Where my fellas in the back with the carnie act?
Where my girls who think they got it like that?
All my independent, freaky, where you at?
All my get money dogs, freaky, where you at?
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast?
If you love to sing along, nigga, holla back
[Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest ass on the block, now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop, now drop
Do the snake, do the freak, do the pop, now drop
Yo, dont stop, dont stop
Real eyes down, south thighs, waist line
Five six seven now drop one time
All in together, now drop
Yo, dont stop, dont stop
[Outro: Fatman Scoop]
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Now drop, come on, come on
Show me what you working with (Back it up, back it up)
Show me what you working with (Back it up, back it up)
Show me what you working with (Back it up, back it up)
Show me what you working with (Back it up, back it up)
Bend over, bend over
Bend over, bend over
Bend over, bend over
Bend over, bend over
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