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Talkin', talkin' crazy Hi-five! Uh-huh (round five, chicken flow) Kennedy Fried Chicken flow Crown Heights, East of Portland Lot of rappers overated Homie, that's an understatement I grew up on that Tigger in Tha Basement You could say I made it, me and Andy goin' Kane and Undertaker Talkin' crazy, y'all sonned the boy But you know we ain't related I was told that I'm kinda strange, and I can't debate it Either way I'ma kill the game like it's premeditated Like thu-thu boy when I'm aimin' at the booth-booth boy Put the lighters to the roof, boy When you ridin' in your coupe, boy Aimin' at your whole crew, boy (bang) I remember when police was in the hallway Knockin', talkin' We can hear you from long range I said I'd turn it down, that was 'til they went away Now I'm on my OT talkin' all day Speak now or hold your peace Before the Lord lay my soul to sleep And I got some goals I gotta reach (get it, get it, get it) These moves you gotta see Doin' my dance, ayy I'm doin' my dance, don't mind me I'm doin' my dance, ayy Look, I'm doin' my dance, watch I'm doin' my dance, hustle I'm doin' my dance, work I'm doin' my dance, ayy, ayy Just doin' my, doin' my, doin' my dance Body type, Jerome Bettis I don't smoke in that lettuce (ok) I just pour up that chemics (what else?) Show's over, roll credits (don't stop) Psyche, I just got started (ayy) It's win or learn, no losses (what else?) Feeling sick, I might call in (what else?) Wait, I don't got bosses (that swag) Yeah, I take a break but I don't ever quit (that's real) Yah, yeesh! I keep a hundred bars up in the clip This summer, we finna hit London and Swiss, swish I run a business, you runnin' your lip Back and forth between ATL so much I been thinkin' 'bout gettin' fronts Nowadays, no loyalty They stab you in the back just to get in front It's a race against time to try to put down the things that I'm thinkin' of I see people go insane when they find out their fifteen is up Look, I'm doin' my dance, you see it I look better in person, believe it Yeah, wait, how you get my number? Hey, delete it I ain't changed that since '13, I think it's about time and I need it G told me gotta pick up the pace Hands in the air like I stick up the place And I cannot falter whenever my face at the altar Who you gave the ball to? I don't the play martyr I just play much harder Harden aimin' for the Hall of Fame I lock and aim, my shot go bang! You lames don't want no parts You all the same, the Charlemagne of talkin' And I walk inside my lane I came, I saw, I conquered Dying's gain, the pride it came before the fall Summer's ours, Andy's comin' Hit the floor, I'm John Travolta Doin' my dance, ayy I'm doin' my dance, don't mind me I'm doin' my dance, ayy Look, I'm doin' my dance, watch I'm doin' my dance, hustle I'm doin' my dance, work I'm doin' my dance, ayy, ayy Just doin' my, doin' my, doin' my dance Doin' my dance, ayy I'm just doin' my dance, ayy I'm doin' my dance Look, me and my, ooh, ooh I'm just doin' my dance, look at I'm doin' my dance, no hands I'm doin' my dance, look, look I'm doin' my dance 'Crae told me new level, new devil in this It's a battle outside, and you better be equipped That's why I gotta keep the good book on flip And I'm runnin' through the rain And I think I might slip like skrt Pickin' it up, man, pick up the pace So puttin' my high hands high, like I stick up the place Whenever I die, I'ma tell my momma I'm up in a better place Gotta be puttin' it down on the record I'ma set it straight, ayy!
Writer(s): Andrew Mineo, John Itiola, Joel Mcneill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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