Warhol.ss - Shiggy Dance lyrics

[Intro] (Flea) Keep the money long Keep the grass cut [Chorus] Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again She got sh*tty friends, fu*ked 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 [Verse 1] We got mob ties, we ain't talkin' b*tch 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 ni**a Bullets poppin', now he hoppin' like it's double dutch ni**as 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 ni**a 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 [?] ni**as broke, he be stealin', he got sticky fingers If I catch him blow his hand off, Beanie Sigel [Chorus] Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again She got sh*tty friends, fu*ked 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 [Verse 2] Hit the road with a kit, I get high and go to work ni**as tryna' copy swag but they know who did it first Still prayin' on my downfall, tryna' wish the worst I was chasin' paper, ni**as 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 fu*kin' with them ni**as every time I hit the south You be fu*kin' 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 fu*kin' 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 [Chorus] Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again She got sh*tty friends, fu*ked 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