SHYNE

First time I went to Memphis

They had, I think it was a two story club

Th— only the downstairs was open and we lookin' down and—

It was a moshpit, yeah

Vybz Kartel, ah talk an'

Remember, we ah rep fi Cactus Jack

'Member some bwoy, whack

Ah we run di bomboclaat block

Shyne, Shyne

Shyne, what? What?

Mm, what?

Ayy, ayy

Shyne, what?

Shyne, what?

Shyne, ayy

Shyne, what?

Ah, ayy

Woah

I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock (Makin' rock)

At the shared block (Block), not the Fairmont ('Mont)

Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean

And they twins, and they thicker than the Clermonts

On a John Deere tractor, playin' head hunt (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tom Cruise, fuck your couch, I do my own stunts

Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (It's lit)

This is that type of party, yay (Party)

Ayy, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers

I still think a bustdown flyer, though, I bought it plain (Flyer)

On this side, it's never dry, though, it barely rains (Dry)

I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things (It's lit)

Burn, baby, burn, DJ table turns (Burn)

You see them blunts in the ashtray, that's every opp we earned (Yeah)

Ass fat, ain't got no panties on

I ain't got no words (Nah)

Gold wing Mercedes Benz

Way I switch and swerve (Skrrt)

Woah-oh Woah-oh

Swoop it down

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Woah, swing Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Swoop it down

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling (GloRilla)

Wobbling, wiggling (On gang, gang)

Wobbling, wiggling

Woah, swing (On, on gang)

Gotta book those seats for a nice ass fee

Need me some D

So I had to go to Canada first

He nutted

I swallowed them kids so fast

Had to fuck around put out an Amber alert

It's 5 a.m., bitch

I'm up in the gym

But a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (The fuck?)

Word on the street

I'm the bitch with the heat

You wouldn't even believe

What I charge for a verse (Woah-oh)

Workin' hard, I'm grindin' (Hey)

Diamonds hittin', I'm shinin' (Who)

Gangsta bitch, for real

These hoes on these beats just rhyming (Weak a—)

All my— all my opps be dyin' (Yup)

All my— all my friends be lyin' (For sure)

Havin' flashbacks

When I was just ridin' that dick

Damn near had forgot I was driving (Damn)

Don't ask me 'bout no ho

I used to fuck with, I ain't got nothin' to say

My only regret is being too young

To fuck Matthew McConaughey (On gang, hrrt)

Yeah, bitch, Matthew McConaughey

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Huh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Swoop it down

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Woah, swing

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Swoop it down

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Wobbling, wiggling

Woah, swing

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