Warhol.SS - Shiggy Dance lyrics

(Flea) keep the money long
Keep the grass cut

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked 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' bitch
It's a black tie, I don't attеnd events
Yeah I'm on that purplе 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 nigga bullets poppin'
Now he hoppin' like it's double dutch
Niggas 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
Nigga actin' like he king
He in the pawns place
Say a prayer and get to cookin'
Bitch I'm Gods child
Leave that shit all on the floor
Like a dirty towel
$150 on filet mignon, outta' town
White bitch, 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
Niggas 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, fucked 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
Niggas tryna' copy swag but they
Know who did it first
Still prayin' on my downfall
Tryna' wish the worst i was chasin' paper
Niggas still runnin' after skirts
I'ma break your hand if you handout
I got plugs up on every coast
I ain't ever seen a drought
Still fuckin' with them niggas every
Time I hit the south
You be fuckin' 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 bitch
Hit him in his fuckin' mouth
Ridin' with the real dogs
Yeah they know we in the town
Paint your bitch whole face
Then treat it like a crown

Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked 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