Warhol.SS – Shiggy Dance Lyrics
Artist: Warhol.SS
Song: Shiggy Dance
(Flea)
(Keep the money long
Keep the grass cut)
Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, f#cked her on a Xan
I’m a flavor baby, talkin’ Zatarain’s
When they know you havin’ 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 speakin’ all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies
We got mob ties, we ain’t talkin’ b#tch
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 fillin’ up my lungs, I don’t want a Dutch
Put that cutter in that choppa’, make em’ dance n#gg#
Bullets poppin’, now he hoppin’ like it’s double dutch
n#gg#s snitchin’, droppin’ 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
n#gg# actin’ like he king, he in the pawns place
Say a prayer and get to cookin’, b#tch I’m Gods child
Leave that sh#t all on the floor, like a dirty towel
$150 on filet mignon, outta’ town
White b#tch, snortin’ coke lines, single file
I don’t watch cable, I got Hulu
Wake up and get high, I’m watchin’ YouTube
We ain’t havin’ money problems, keep the money long
But I see it’s haters every time I’m comin’ home
When I mention chips I ain’t talkin’ Pringles
I be out in Vegas with them pipes like I’m [?]
n#gg#s broke, he be stealin’, 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, f#cked her on a Xan
I’m a flavor baby, talkin’ Zatarain’s
When they know you havin’ 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 speakin’ 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
n#gg#s tryna’ copy swag but they know who did it first
Still prayin’ on my downfall, tryna’ wish the worst
I was chasin’ paper, n#gg#s still runnin’ 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 f#ckin’ with them n#gg#s every time I hit the south
You be f#ckin’ 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 sleepin’ with his b#tch, hit him in his f#ckin’ mouth
Ridin’ with the real dogs, yeah they know we in the town
Paint your b#tch whole face, then treat it like a crown
Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, f#cked her on a Xan
I’m a flavor baby, talkin’ Zatarain’s
When they know you havin’ 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 speakin’ all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies
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Release Year: 2021