First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest).
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad _____ like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this...
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
On the rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it
Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
Still stuntin', how you love that?
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that.
I'm so fancy.
You already know.
People seem to be all up on the Throwback Thursday business, so I figured I should dedicate a whole post to catch up with the who-dat - who-dat crowd.
Thanks for indulging my little trek down the fanciest of memory lanes.
SMILE.
And thank you Ms. Azalea for writing a song that's so in tune with the daily grind round these parts.
You are adorable!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHA! this was AWESOME.
ReplyDeleteTHE SOMBREROS! I remember that. Am I smoking a cigar? Geez louise.
ReplyDeleteSo awesome!
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