Look a here, I'm a real trendsetterso they mock what I speaki,
lickity spit lickity I rock to the beat.
Man of word so they rock what I preach,
A couple hours after prom I'm a block from the beach. Materials is nothing, fifty dollars for my sneakers,
I owe that to my mother, cuz I love her down to pieces. Got tell em yerp ,
Baby its hard to loose.
When white Americas bringing us up at BBQs.
Doing my thing, and then I start to miss you, aint nothing fake about it, but you know my art official.
My homies they outta pocket, if you want it you got it,
We ball and we do it biggie, me and twistopher wallace. Calm down we fine, I rep 39,
Bad chick she fine. Hit her hard t time.
Last time on the adventures of, super lyrical dudes who already rich enough,
Had to tell look here listen up, dj bear one on the cuts, through your scissors up.
Them birds can't score, we can kick it though,
Tryna keep our daughters off the stripper pole,
Shit was all good just grip, most murders on the mic are subliminal man.
Moosh & Twist - Mathematics Lyrics
Moosh & Twist - Mathematics Lyrics
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Look a here, I'm a real trendsetterso they mock what I speaki,
lickity spit lickity I rock to the beat.
Man of word so they rock what I preach,
A couple hours after prom I'm a block from the beach. Materials is nothing, fifty dollars for my sneakers,
I owe that to my mother, cuz I love her down to pieces. Got tell em yerp ,
Baby its hard to loose.
When white Americas bringing us up at BBQs.
Doing my thing, and then I start to miss you, aint nothing fake about it, but you know my art official.
My homies they outta pocket, if you want it you got it,
We ball and we do it biggie, me and twistopher wallace. Calm down we fine, I rep 39,
Bad chick she fine. Hit her hard t time.
Last time on the adventures of, super lyrical dudes who already rich enough,
Had to tell look here listen up, dj bear one on the cuts, through your scissors up.
Them birds can't score, we can kick it though,
Tryna keep our daughters off the stripper pole,
Shit was all good just grip, most murders on the mic are subliminal man.
lickity spit lickity I rock to the beat.
Man of word so they rock what I preach,
A couple hours after prom I'm a block from the beach. Materials is nothing, fifty dollars for my sneakers,
I owe that to my mother, cuz I love her down to pieces. Got tell em yerp ,
Baby its hard to loose.
When white Americas bringing us up at BBQs.
Doing my thing, and then I start to miss you, aint nothing fake about it, but you know my art official.
My homies they outta pocket, if you want it you got it,
We ball and we do it biggie, me and twistopher wallace. Calm down we fine, I rep 39,
Bad chick she fine. Hit her hard t time.
Last time on the adventures of, super lyrical dudes who already rich enough,
Had to tell look here listen up, dj bear one on the cuts, through your scissors up.
Them birds can't score, we can kick it though,
Tryna keep our daughters off the stripper pole,
Shit was all good just grip, most murders on the mic are subliminal man.
Writer: DEQUINCY COLEMAN III MCRAE, OLIVER CHARLTON FEIGHAN, UNKNOWN WRITER
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Moosh & Twist
Length: 3:10
Written by: DEQUINCY COLEMAN III MCRAE, OLIVER CHARLTON FEIGHAN, UNKNOWN WRITER