Butterfly Songtext
von Bizarre
Butterfly Songtext
Hey hey hey hey hey
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey
Hey hey the Idiotic Kid′s back on the attack
Ready to put two macs to your back
Ain't no fussin when I start bustin
Lyrically cussin, while J.D.′s on production
Go to 212 to see my friends
Too many Heinekens, my whole crew's fightin to get in
I'm lookin around to see who want it
I wanna get blunted but I only got a dollar on it The rude boys is frontin, legends is pumpin
The live′s thumpin, this beat is like shhhhh, humpin
Ready or not, rap world, here I come
Comin to every battle screamin out, "Who want some?"
Lyrical warfare for MC′s who step
Caution watch your step or I'll destroy your rep
Lookin for the crews that cause a threat
We ain′t ballers yet, we ain't passin no Moet
I′m playin in between the sheets in my jeep
Lookin for the freak with the big butt cheeks
No disrespect, throw your hands up
Yeah, grab your girl, tell her put her hands up
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Cruisin down the ave just to hit a spot
I got a fat girl, on my jock
I'mma tell you what, I′m the king and you're a peon
See what's happenin is your whole style is a rewind
Wack MC′s that get verbally shot
Cause ain′t no style like the style I got
I'm the Idiotic Kid that they call Bizarre
The kid on topless bars because I went too far
Don′t try to roll if you're a beginner or a rookie
Forget the blunts kid, we high off weed cookies
Buddha ses, represent the Midwest
Now I penetrate through desks, leavin a whole lot of mess
Three millers and a blunt, boy I′m too high
Just cause I'm a big guy don′t mean I can't butterfly
My crew's gettin wasted in, Noah′s Ark
I′m in the back of the club smokin blunts with Sonya Bernhardt
Don't matter if you′re, big short or tall
Kick your game and give your girl a call
The night's over kid, I′m still gettin splifted
Keith Murray dropped a half off and said, "Get lifted"
- 2X
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Detroit, Jersey!
Put your hands in the sky, grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Outsidaz, put your hands in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Atlanta!
Put your hands in the sky, grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Dallas!
Put your hands in the sky, grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly...
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey
Hey hey the Idiotic Kid′s back on the attack
Ready to put two macs to your back
Ain't no fussin when I start bustin
Lyrically cussin, while J.D.′s on production
Go to 212 to see my friends
Too many Heinekens, my whole crew's fightin to get in
I'm lookin around to see who want it
I wanna get blunted but I only got a dollar on it The rude boys is frontin, legends is pumpin
The live′s thumpin, this beat is like shhhhh, humpin
Ready or not, rap world, here I come
Comin to every battle screamin out, "Who want some?"
Lyrical warfare for MC′s who step
Caution watch your step or I'll destroy your rep
Lookin for the crews that cause a threat
We ain′t ballers yet, we ain't passin no Moet
I′m playin in between the sheets in my jeep
Lookin for the freak with the big butt cheeks
No disrespect, throw your hands up
Yeah, grab your girl, tell her put her hands up
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Throw your hands in the air, put your blunts in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Cruisin down the ave just to hit a spot
I got a fat girl, on my jock
I'mma tell you what, I′m the king and you're a peon
See what's happenin is your whole style is a rewind
Wack MC′s that get verbally shot
Cause ain′t no style like the style I got
I'm the Idiotic Kid that they call Bizarre
The kid on topless bars because I went too far
Don′t try to roll if you're a beginner or a rookie
Forget the blunts kid, we high off weed cookies
Buddha ses, represent the Midwest
Now I penetrate through desks, leavin a whole lot of mess
Three millers and a blunt, boy I′m too high
Just cause I'm a big guy don′t mean I can't butterfly
My crew's gettin wasted in, Noah′s Ark
I′m in the back of the club smokin blunts with Sonya Bernhardt
Don't matter if you′re, big short or tall
Kick your game and give your girl a call
The night's over kid, I′m still gettin splifted
Keith Murray dropped a half off and said, "Get lifted"
- 2X
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Detroit, Jersey!
Put your hands in the sky, grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Outsidaz, put your hands in the sky
Grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Atlanta!
Put your hands in the sky, grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly
Dallas!
Put your hands in the sky, grab a cutie-pie and do the butterfly...
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