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Show Me The Body

Cyba Slam Fif World Dance Party (Uppa Echelon Dance Remix)

 

Cyba Slam Fif World Dance Party (Uppa Echelon Dance Remix)

(album: Corpus I - 2017)


"If you knew somebody, you'd get in the door, you give the doorman some blow. Next thing you know you're in the after hours, next thing you know you got the models, you chilling. But you know what, at the end of the day you ain't shit. Nobody ain't' shit. Motherfuckers is dropping dead. Liver transplant, fucking pancreatic problems. We all going. It's just when"

[Yo Chill:]
Fasho
Fasho doe, fasho doe (Shit)
Just pulled up in the party with Chill
(What's up? Let's get it! Let's go!)
I pulled up on her
Left in a dark alley
Smoove smoove operator
Dip dip you die docta
Who gone help?
I pull up with more shocka than Silkk
I pull up with
My dog Chilly make the party freeze
Who is he?
Yea Skylark B
Way above tha clouds
Stomping on ya clout
Who the fuck is he?
Who the fuck is he now?
Gonna [?]
Shit
Slam
Supa verses from Chill and Chip
(Get down on the floor, gonna hear that mo')
Who is that kid in the mist

[Chip Skylark:]
Fuck the world
Fuck your girl
I don't give a fuck about that shit
Pulled up!
No whip!
Take the subway, rock a fresh ass fit
Fuck death, that's lit
I be no dead
Do the fucking math, bitch
I just not said
Speaking no English
Bitch I do this, jefe
Can't stomp on me, bitch
Cause I'm a zombie
Yeah son
No one can rob me
Cause I ain't got shit
Bitch, what you want son?
Gave him a quarter
And a dimo
35 cents but that can't cop lean doe

[Yo Chill:]
Still so cold
You might need a South Pole (Chillin')
North Face
No face, no case
I pull up in that bank
Big bank, lil bank
Gotta take what I need
Fuck what you want
Chill in this bitch, said riding big foreign
Fuck what you like
Bitch this that funk
ECW in the back of your trunk

[Chip Skylark:]
Say slam
That cyber slam
That cyber slam
That cyber slam
Super verses
Now baby get down
To the dance floor
I need 5 dollars
I need 4 more
Now got 9 dollars
On my body
I don't give a fuck
Saddam, I shot 'em
Yeah bitch, I'm on it
Yeah bitch, I'm zoning
Bitch I do this shit, 6 in the morning (Yo Chill!)
I'm on the floor
Doing this dance
Baby shake yo ass
Baby shake yo ass

[Yo Chill:]
Yo Chill! Yeah

"And walk around with your eyes bulging out at 16 motherfucking years old thinking like 'Fuck this shit! ' I don't give a fuck about who the President, I don't even know who the President was. Fuck the President"

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?