dance And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance
bags feel knowing you're disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit 'Cause it's your God damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little
douche bags feel knowing youre disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shadys got the mass appeal baby crank the shit Cause its your God-damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little
've given each other some hard lessons lately But we ain't learnin' We're the same sad story that's a fact One step up and two steps back Bird on
front She spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist blazed up, very little
[Intro: people whispering] Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) What did y'all discover? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's
don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line While the Dirty Birds
bitches Mad 'cause I partied then danced up with your girl friend Smoked and bent mainly drunk off Cris' And I wasn't even feelin' that bitch She actin' all pissy same time saditty A little
the cage girl Come on now, now everybody seeing them legs girl Come on now, you got this whole place in a rage girl Come on now, can your boy get at least a little
been no justice here My hood [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky Luciano] Came to wreck it huh! Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane? Naw Superman is arrived
Intricately placed with secrets of white magic I'm running through the moon lit fields Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret Its dancing
Hey little girl (Hey little girl) I watch you dance and you look so fine Hey little girl (Hey little girl) You do the monkey, right on time A please
massacre naughty by nature Trough it ever time comin' at a dance My man treacherous MC go on let the saxophone man play a little Make it lovely You
Chorus Haven't you heard platinum makes the amateurs swerve Nature, Noreaga like Magic & Bird call a timeout, make a quick sub pull ya rhyme out, and
girls, we ain't stressin' out We ain't birds, we ain't headin' south (Noooo!) Them one nighters, that's sad and doubt That little talk on da creep ,what
regular route (Hoo) Me and the girls, we ain't stressin' out We ain't birds, we ain't headin' south (No) Them one nighters, that's sad and doubt That little
the edge, got the ledge hangin' out of the window Bird chest witcha winderous fearaf? Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a meal sack Puny little bucks
a sal Hide in the birds trying to throw it at me now Let me breathe on you for a minute as I snatch up This fine ass little brusslesprout and I have