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Come on and get with it Yeah It's going down tonight Album release party Slang game It's your boy boundless Aka Gibril Mr wonderful It's going down Cap the album Open up Ayo g pop How I look b Yep I got this Come on The albums about to drop Ain't no second guessing I'm as hard as iron And I leave a good impression Fist session True confession Open up Organized like a cooperate investment Now look who's stepping in 3 piece Tailored to perfection The flow Is the closest to a perfect perception I need not mention Get your heat Cus it might be a bloody transaction With butterflies Up in your tommy Like Michael Jackson Anticipating the juries reaction Yeah I'm a natural born hustler So I hustle Until my very last fraction Like non stop Until the director says action Hey mama Cita Would you like to cruse in my new 3 seater And plus you look Like that hot chick named vita Who used to be with murder ink Cut cut cut Back to the villa Tearing the roof off Got chickens Flocking off the Verandah That what I call A chain reaction Get some liquor And a crib And the music blasting She pulling up a quick With a lot of passion Pulling down the zip Off my fashions Got damn Looks like it's going to be A lot off ass trashing Come on and get with it Come on and get twisted It's a movement Keep it jumping Til we collapse the basement 1,2 buckle your shoes 3,4 Dj scratching until The break of dawn Ladies grab your tits If you love hip hop Drop it hot Pick it up Do the boomerang In the club On them dubs Yeah we getting ducked up From sun up Until sun down Come on and get with it Come on and get twisted It's a movement Keep it jumping Til we collapse the basement 1,2 buckled your shoes 3,4 Dj scratching til The break of dawn I can feel it in the air It's so electrifying Dimes feeling up the spot And it's enticing A young buck I get it crunk like my name was Tyson Spit that poison Like a royal python Bring a style right back With a touch of icing Hit like a heavy dose of aspirin The alcohol I'm Bring Just show me where the party at So I can get in Dressed in all black Like the Armageddon We breaking down the building Evacuate the children Now all my women Get it crunk And pop pop that Its getting hot and pushy We getting hot and mushy Im up in the crowd If u buck You get it raw like sushi Im squeezing on to Trina My eyes on Ciara Im trying to grab Alecia tits But the bra was empty Now I got my eyes On shorty looking like neffetiti Come on and get with it Come on and get twisted Its a movement And you can come back To Africa with me 1,2 buckle your shoes 3,4 Dj scratching until The break of dawn Ladies grab your tits If you love hip hop Drop it hot Pick it up Do the boomerang In the club On them dubs Yeah we getting fucked up From sun up Until sun down Come on and get with it Come on and get twisted It's a movement Keep it jumping Til we collapse the basement 1,2 buckled your shoes 3,4 Dj scratching til The break of dawn Ladies grab your tits If you love hip hop Drop it hot Pick it up Do the boomerang In the club On them dubs Yeah we getting ducked up From sun up Until sun down Come on and get with it Come on and get twisted It's a movement Keep it jumping Til we collapse the basement 1,2 buckled your shoes 3,4 Dj scratching til The break of dawn You never thought you see the African pyramids In the rap game Blowing up like a genie Out the bottle Im out my region Like a aborigin Walking through jungle gym Ohio where you at At the aviation station Jersey where you at Chilling at the garden Writing rhymes way past the margins Of what I imagine Im upfront Like an engine in a whip With the worst paint job You can ever imagine Like water when I spill I keep advancing With a bikers skill Strapped in vaccine And a trojan shield In sheets romancing I butter my bread with style That means I just don't just pop Crystal I place my orders Out the custom file Got a passion for fashion Talk kind of file Rock the kitty With the lean attraction Like phleix the cat I keep my hat slanting Got a dirty mouth My pants stay sagging The only kid in the rap game That knows about black magic Shhhhhh Don't say a thing about black magic
Writer(s): Gibrilville And Qc Funk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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