Jim Jones
Jim Jones - Harlem Shake (freestyle) songtekst
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[Intro] You know the rules, Dipset for life, ain't nothin' changed If it say Harlem on it then we on it, you heard? So when Harlem shake the dice for that money, who got bank? Aye, what's up? You know what we finna do with this It's a tear down All you fuck niggas is a double O Harlem stand up! [Verse 1] Fuck y'all watching me for? All I do is get the bread I'm the bomb like C4, hope y'all heard what the bitches said Up and down like a seesaw, then hopped off and kissed the head She came so many times I thought that bitch had pissed the bed Big-ass Coupe, erase the top Brand new Rollie, face with rocks She was gone off straight Ciroc Then the next think you know she defaced a cop Face the cock, give face to cock Picture this, no, picture that Trust the game, bitch, I'm hip to that With that big body frame, put dick to that Whoa she start talkin' back You know what happens when you talkin' back Fuck around, be walkin' back Treat her like a dog, caught the cat She had the fatty, spanked that ass and she called me daddy Made her scream, you should hear her climax Made a movie, but I ain't IMAX [Hook] I'm hella straight, and I just got paid I'mma hit the club and I'mma get laid Gettin' laid gettin' laid I'mma hit the club and I'mma get laid [Verse 2] Go – every day is Friday, cashin' checks and gettin' paid If she walk by my way, that ass as fat as Gimli Plus I think I need a tutor, class in session, get your grade And I start bustin' at the bitch, when it hit her face, it ricochet Park the whip, hit the shade Hopped on the dick when the system played New Coupe, inside the whip is suede It's hot outside, but my wrists is glazed Then I told her blow the gun 68, I owe you one Just like a stick-up, showed my gun Put your hands up high and show me somethin' [Hook]