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Andy Mineo

DANCE (You See It)

 

DANCE (You See It)

(álbum: Andy Mineo And Wordsplayed Present Magic & Bird - 2017)


Talking, talking 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 going Kane and Undertaker
Talking 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 riding in your coupe, boy
Aiming at your whole crew, boy (bang)
I remember when police was in the hallway
Knocking, talking
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 talking all day
Speak now or hold your peace
Before the Lord let my soul to sleep
And I got some goals I gotta reach (get it, get it, get it)
These moves you gotta see

Doing my dance, ayy
I'm doing my dance, don't mind me
I'm doing my dance, ayy
Look, I'm doing my dance, watch
I'm doing my dance, hustle
I'm doing my dance, work
I'm doing my dance, ayy, ayy
Just doing my, doing my, doing my dance

Body tag, 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 running your lip
Back and forth between ATL so much
I been thinking 'bout getting 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 thinking of
I see people go insane when they find out their fifteen is up
Look, I'm doing my dance, you see it
I look better in person, believe it
Wait, how you get my number?
Hey, delete it
I ain't changed that since '13, I think its 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 my charter harder
Aiming 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 Charlamagne of talking
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 coming
Hit the floor, I'm John Travolta

Doing my dance, ayy
I'm doing my dance, don't mind me
I'm doing my dance, ayy
Look, I'm doing my dance, watch
I'm doing my dance, hustle
I'm doing my dance, work
I'm doing my dance, ayy, ayy
Just doing my, doing my, doing my dance
Doing my dance, ayy
I'm just doing my dance, ayy
I'm doing my dance
Look, me and my, ooh, ooh
I'm just doing my dance, look at
I'm doing my dance, no hands
I'm doing my dance, look, look
I'm doing 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 running through the rain
And I think I might slip like skrt
Picking it up, man, pick up the pace
So putting my high hands high, like I stick up the place
Whenever I die, I'ma tell my momma I'm in a better place
Gotta be putting it down on the record
I'ma set it straight, ayy!

feito

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