School of thought - Hips lyrics

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School of thought - Hips lyrics

[Verse 1: School of Thought] Don't know how to define myself easily But Santa always lurking where the presents be Women always lurking where my presence be DERS On Tap, I'm the essence B DERS On Tap, we the best, see? Find a fit cat and I grab her by the hips And I walk her back to the back of the back Of the back backstage Where the workers be lurking Overlooking t**n' at the concert Flirt flirt with the PA Yeah that's my home state Catch a cloud for me and fasho you my homie Knowin bout my dope needs (tree) Yeah, a pope trends god Like a poe fam (gone) Now the whole fam on Now the little kids is grown Time for weddings start the crash Vince Vaughan Time for weddings cut the cash The best out the business house It's hooky at the billy house Cut with the cue Imma have myself a ball (that's solids) And I'm feelin your sway Keep moving them hips girl (yeh yeh) (dERS On Tap, crash) Maybe I can't define myself easily, but Santa always lurking where the presents be I be always flirting with the melody DERS On Tap, I'm a dope MC DERS On Tap, we the best, See? [Verse 2: Neat Messy] You bet I do it greedily So everybody seein me Get em to believe in me Till I become a deity Pleasure to be meeting me Admire spontaneity She could feel the heat in me Just when I got her eatin dese Nuts As I'm playing with the paint on the canvas She forget her manners when she kick it with the bandit Ima get a dancer and she gonna do some damage But she might start to panic when her man start to vanish Swish Sink it witout touching the rim With a bad b**h and she lovin ma Tims Dancin real freaky and I'm clutchin her hips Got a blunt in my hand and I'm bustin a grin So much corruption and sin Waking up a demon with a cup full of gin I can really feel it with a cut on my lip Try to stay a free man with a cuff on his wrist And I'm cuffin ur b**h Now are you impressed is that enough of a trick They call me the best yes I'm the top of the pick They say his name neat messy he the king of this sh** Well maybe just the king of your b**h She kiss me on the lip and then she gimme the spliff But when I'm just sittin just enjoyin a whiff She takin out the whip and then I'm out of that sh** sh** gets old like two thousand and six Make it like I'm sick and then I'm hounding again With another b**h and then I'm counting to ten It's the same old sh** like a cow in a pen [Verse 3: Young Toro] Well if you're lookin for the triplet dividend spitting the cinnamon synonyms k**in em With some incredible brilliance You found em Y'all can catch me at your party and I'm bouncin A Little whisky and my spliff and I'm rowdy Cuz it's the young toro Moreover writing horror choruses Messy sitting idle ready steady pouring more if it We sippin and swangin and bangin hips like dat Girlies lurkin and flirtin you know da merch on tap Toro 5'9 but ain't shy with the rhymes I'm Takin all my nickels and I trade em for dimes It's the 123 pack a beat ft messy neat And School of thought pull da thots straight of da street Been on top since day one of walkin Clock is tickin when its tockin Drop a track and now I'm rockin to the beat of my own drum But that's enough about me Let's talk about the hips along the dance floor I see Cuz Iannelli be lurkin For a little cutie to flirt with Some one to bring home that I can do me some dirt with Now if you're lookin for the triplet dividend spitting the cinnamon synonyms k**in em With some incredible brilliance You found em Y'all can catch me at Ders' house bouncin A Little whisky and my spliff and I'm rowdy Cuz we pourin it Pouring the beers out the f**in on tap Cuz we sippin and swangin and bangin and we like that Yea It's the hottest bars 2k16 And you know I got a cup full of lean Sitting here And I'm swangin and bangin my head moving my hips and my foot keeps clanging On the f**in floor That I be dancin on Cuz we been on Tap and we sittin on lawns And we just trippin them balls And you see dat we sittin and spillin the triplet flow Triplet dividend that you just know like... To the beat of my own drum (smoking on my home grown) But that's enough about me