Bambue - Float On With Us (Cla**ic Extended Version) lyrics

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Bambue - Float On With Us (Cla**ic Extended Version) lyrics

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex] Yaknawimean? It's gettin' ready to happen We bout to black out, Funkmaster Flex Full Force, what you know about it, baby? Bout to give you what you need, what you want, understand it Strictly blast off material is what we dealin' wit here, you heard? Let's go... [Bambue] Put your hands in the air, cuz I'm about to blast Bambue bout to set if off on your a** Bring it on, what, the way I do this Ain't nothin' to this, raps run through this Steppin' up the game now, run wit Full Force Don't have to rock no j**els, and I still floss Coachin' French style, I spit, blaze it out Tricks skip it out, what you talk, we live it out Love up in the club and I post the French toast Shades of French braids, back is exposed The don diva got you twistin' they clothes f** wit Cola bottle type body like 'whoa' We let ballers get me co*k-eyed, cuz I print out when we lock eye Not shy, the skirt cut high, the style fly C-notes in the bra**iere, by the tata's, you broke Float n***a, bye-bye [Chorus: Full Force (Funkmaster Flex) {Allure}] It's gettin' kinda hot in the club tonight Dance, drink all night, mess around, spend about a dub tonight Cuz I like, the girls that live in the club (It's on fire tonight) Dance, gettin' tight, mess around take some home tonight Cuz I like, the girls that live in the club, they just {Float on, float on, float on, float on} (keep it bouncin', get it movin) {Float on, float on, baby, float on} [Full Force] Yeah, I like the chick to be, lick it up It's easy up for me, pick 'em up Take 'em floor, sweat 'em up And welcome to the bar, wet 'em up Let's get set, yo, grab the honeys and let's go, do a 59 in the 'Esco Cuz on cell phones, two-ways, ballers are down, yo It's just a sign of the times, yo [Silkk the Shocker] N-O-L-I-M-I-T, try to step in this mutha, like, yea, that's me You know, all up in the club on dubs, wit the tank on Party club, half on love, get your drink on See somethin' you like, g, get up outta here It's bout to get hot, so look, sit up by the fan When I come through, make her forget about a plan She got a dude? Make her forget about her man Look, you want it, but you ain't really gotta front Besides run the streets, and then you tried me once And ma, you ain't know got a triple x about cash I'm P little brother, you look smart, so do the math Full Force in here, gotta holla at Flex Some say I'm spring bout it, cuz I'm private deck But they don't stop up in here, you ain't bout it, you got up in here It's bout to get hot, yo, you got up in here? [Chorus] [Full Force] All the mami's in the spot, pick 'em up Make the booty hot, sweat 'em up Funk pa**ion on the rocks, lick it up Dancin' til I drop, wet 'em up Don't wanna dance, then I'mma have to ask one of your friends, so Then I take 'em home in my Benz-o Free screens, DVD's, twenty inch Lorenzo's It don't make no sense, yo [Method Man] Yo, every hour on the hour, "chill" like Rob G Then he snap wit the power, the hungry M.C I be by this couch, n***as ain't blowers you flower Eat bullets and sh** gun powder Found you, reachin' for that chrome in your trousers Supply the, get up on that left, turn an hour Hurt me, firstly I put you on the ducks where the dirt be Personally I just don't give a what Have mercy, RZA beat's bump like herpies And Meth run this track like Jackie Joyner-Kersee Club hoppin', in the apple, where it's rotten I'm bird watchin', trynna get in mami's stockings Funkmaster Flex, it's about to get ugly, and God don't like ugly Honeys permed out, lookin' young, dark and lovely, pa** me the bubbly I come wit Full Force, you can find us where the club be [Chorus] [Hook 4X: Full Force] If you don't give a, like we don't give a Throw your hands up, if you live in the club [Method Man] Is it real, son? Is it really real, son? Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real Somethin' I can feel, son, loaded up and k**ed one Wanted raw deal, son, if it's really real Aiyo, we come in Full Force Got my girl Bambue, and Funkmaster Flex One love to Lou Star, he's a live muthaf**a [Chorus] [Outro: Funkmaster Flex] Aight, and that's the way it goes down Funkmaster Flex and Full Force This is it, let it happen, one