| What’s happenin' Butterfly, what’s happenin'?
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| What’s happenin' Butterfly, what’s happenin'?
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| What’s happenin' Butterfly, yeah what’s happenin'?
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| What’s up Butterfly, what’s happenin'?
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| If it’s swoon I can dig
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| I peep out the flowers when they bloom, if you dig
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| Sisters do their dips to our booms cause they dig
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| Muslims add perfumes and the zoom be a dig
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| I scoped out as a sprout then Mamma said to dig
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| The mind then the butt cause the drama ain’t to dig
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| Lovely little honeys in their crews is what I dig
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| If they fake the fig it’s the Blues Child dig
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| (Want some of my soda?)
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| Fine they be mega, sexy they be ultra
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| But don’t enroll in pageants to get judged by the chauva’s
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| Crazy fly whips, baggy jeans and sneakers
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| Silver hoops and Jeeps, hip-hop in the speakers
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| The gag rule is bunk, it’s like chains on the rump
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| We help to liberate through this butt-shaking funk
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| Nikki Giovanni and Maya Flamm
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| With poems so I tried for the units, cause damn
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| The units I know are the swoonest
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| (The what?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| I love it when I speak it so boomin'
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| (Yeah!)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Getcha getcha ya ya mamma
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| To the gals I am hip
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| The funky naturals is the ones, are you hip?
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| If you dis a sis' then you ain’t actin' hip
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| Check Doodle, Silk and Butter cause we be black and hip
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| Silky like jazz silky beats to move the hip
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| Milky with pizazz kinda sheik and very hip
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| The chocolate and the braids and the eyes be so hip
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| That insects for the units gettin' live gettin' hip
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| The gardens known as cities sprout ferns and tulips
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| A sexy «hi» followed by requests to do it
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| When funky duds is drapin' off the curves of a vixen
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| And fig leaf sugars start to sprout elix 'em
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| And roll with the lines, damn they be fine
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| Ask T from the deep, we heard it through the vine
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| I keep cans of bait for the fishes in aquariums
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| Boosting me with verve like marine boys aquagum
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| The units I know are the swoonest
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| (The what?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| I love 'em so I speak it so boomin'
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| (Yeah!)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Swoon units
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| (What?)
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| Run and tell your mom about this
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| The original swarm whether cold whether warm
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| I, the Doodlebug Knowledge every form
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| It’s a beautiful day by the park take a seat
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| As bosoms float by keepin' Doodlebug in heat
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| Chocolate treats, silky bronze skin
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| Butter sees what I see and gives me a grin
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| All is good in the land of the honey-dip lovelies
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| Don’t wanna be 'em just to see 'em
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| Ow!
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| Oh that’s what’s happenin' y’all
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| Yeah that’s what’s happenin'
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| Oh I see what’s happenin' now, yeah
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| I see what’s happenin' now Butterfly, yeah… |