Moss - Remix
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
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Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
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Wintertime coming soon so I gotta cop a fur
Big Bag of Gorilla Glue hanging out her purse
Can't rock a backpack 'cause it don't fit, uh
Liquid Lava ghost with a tangerine kit
Big Ballers don't wait, might hesitate, uh
I can make meditate, make my trunk levitate
Jody Highroller diamonds on my license plate
Driving back to Florida state, collect call from Bill Gates
He bought my cell phone, teeth platinum, not chrome
Security cameras in Rome just in case I ain't home
Pay back my school loans, more snow than home alone
It's the white Jerome Bettis, leprechaun Versace lettuce
Sapphire Spaghetti, in your dreams like Freddy
Give me the bad news first then give me the goods
Stuffed a half-pound of spinach in the backwood
Riff Raff
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
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Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
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Yeah, you know me, Riff Raff
I ain't 'bout to take it easy on 'em
120 down the highway on a Harley
Buzzed on a little barley, hit the party
With a stylish, slick performance
Caution, boy, peep the warning
Y'all don't wanna dance in the rain
But I'm in the puddle with the pepper spray Yeezys yawing
Bored with the chords, bored with the floors
Chopping, dulling my sword
Kill the beat when I record, I'm
Back and forth in the morgue
Lit like fans on tour
I'm a light through the crack in the door
With a red rag, a matador
Rick E. Bobby lapping 'em, boy
Ain't never been in a party one time
Without a fifth of Bacardi, smokes and one dime
But buddy I'm here to tell you with or without a sell you fail
I get booked and represent mine
That's word to Tech N9ne
Except for Big K.R.I.T., I swim with all sharks
The prince of all darkness ran for my spot
My thunder drops hard I'm king of all smarts
Yeah, king I'm all smart
Call me Binpo slim the geeko that's tall in sync not the sync I been called
And with this heat, dog, I sink the beat, though
Yeah, for the people
By the people, what's the answer?
Mask on, really go down the pole
But these hoes ain't got no cure for cancer
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
You are now listening to the Peach Panther
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
You are now listening to the Peach Panther
You are now listening to the Peach Panther
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
You are now listening to the Peach Panther
Wintertime coming soon so I gotta cop a fur
Big Bag of Gorilla Glue hanging out her purse
Can't rock a backpack 'cause it don't fit, uh
Liquid Lava ghost with a tangerine kit
Big Ballers don't wait, might hesitate, uh
I can make meditate, make my trunk levitate
Jody Highroller diamonds on my license plate
Driving back to Florida state, collect call from Bill Gates
He bought my cell phone, teeth platinum, not chrome
Security cameras in Rome just in case I ain't home
Pay back my school loans, more snow than home alone
It's the white Jerome Bettis, leprechaun Versace lettuce
Sapphire Spaghetti, in your dreams like Freddy
Give me the bad news first then give me the goods
Stuffed a half-pound of spinach in the backwood
Riff Raff
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
You are now listening to the Peach Panther
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
You are now listening to...
Yeah, you know me, Riff Raff
I ain't 'bout to take it easy on 'em
120 down the highway on a Harley
Buzzed on a little barley, hit the party
With a stylish, slick performance
Caution, boy, peep the warning
Y'all don't wanna dance in the rain
But I'm in the puddle with the pepper spray Yeezys yawing
Bored with the chords, bored with the floors
Chopping, dulling my sword
Kill the beat when I record, I'm
Back and forth in the morgue
Lit like fans on tour
I'm a light through the crack in the door
With a red rag, a matador
Rick E. Bobby lapping 'em, boy
Ain't never been in a party one time
Without a fifth of Bacardi, smokes and one dime
But buddy I'm here to tell you with or without a sell you fail
I get booked and represent mine
That's word to Tech N9ne
Except for Big K.R.I.T., I swim with all sharks
The prince of all darkness ran for my spot
My thunder drops hard I'm king of all smarts
Yeah, king I'm all smart
Call me Binpo slim the geeko that's tall in sync not the sync I been called
And with this heat, dog, I sink the beat, though
Yeah, for the people
By the people, what's the answer?
Mask on, really go down the pole
But these hoes ain't got no cure for cancer
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
You are now listening to the Peach Panther
Strippers in New Hampshire, Versace belly dancers
You are now listening to the Peach Panther
Credits
Writer(s): Horst Simco, James Prudhomme, David Roberts, Michael Atha
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