Shiggy Dance

(álbum: Free Andy II - 2021)

(Flea)
(Keep the money long
Keep the grass cut)

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan
I'm a flavor baby, talking Zatarain's
When they know you having 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 speaking all my thoughts, she said it's lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies

We got mob ties, we ain't talking bitch
It's a black tie, I don't attend events
Yeah I'm on that purple 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 filling up my lungs, I don't want a Dutch
Put that cutter in that choppa', make em' dance nigga
Bullets popping, now he hopping like it's double dutch
Niggas snitching, dropping 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
Nigga acting like he king, he in the pawns place
Say a prayer and get to cooking, bitch I'm Gods child
Leave that shit all on the floor, like a dirty towel
$150 on filet mignon, outta' town
White bitch, snorting coke lines, single file
I don't watch cable, I got Hulu
Wake up and get high, I'm watching YouTube
We ain't having money problems, keep the money long
But I see it's haters every time I'm coming home
When I mention chips I ain't talking Pringles
I be out in Vegas with them pipes like I'm [?]
Niggas broke, he be stealing, he got sticky fingers
If I catch him blow his hand off, Beanie Sigel

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan
I'm a flavor baby, talking Zatarain's
When they know you having 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 speaking all my thoughts, she said it's lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies

Hit the road with a kit, I get high and go to work
Niggas tryna' copy swag but they know who did it first
Still praying on my downfall, tryna' wish the worst
I was chasing paper, niggas still running 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 fucking with them niggas every time I hit the south
You be fucking 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 sleeping with his bitch, hit him in his fucking mouth
Riding with the real dogs, yeah they know we in the town
Paint your bitch whole face, then treat it like a crown

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan
I'm a flavor baby, talking Zatarain's
When they know you having 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 speaking all my thoughts, she said it's lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies