| Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit
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| Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit
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| Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit
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| Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shiit!
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| A-oo (Hey!)
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| (Don't start no shit it won’t be no shit!)
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| A-oo (Hey!)
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| (Don't start no shit it won’t be no shit!)
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| Shorty get down, good Lord
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| Baby got 'em open all over town
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| Strictly biz, she don’t play around
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| Cover much ground, got game by the pound
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| Getting paid is her forte
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| Each and every day, true player way
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| I can’t get her out of my mind
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| I think about the girl all the time
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| East side to the west side
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| Pushing phat rides, it’s no surprise
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| She got tricks in the stash, stacking up the cash
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| Fast when it comes to the gas
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| By no means average
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| As long as she’s got to have it
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| Baby, you’re a perfect ten, I wanna get in
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| Can I get down, so I can win
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| I like the way you work it
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| No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
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| I like the way you work it
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| No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
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| I like the way you work it
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| No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
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| I like the way you work it
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| No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
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| I pulled into Nazareth
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| I was feelin' about half past dead (It's goin' down)
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| I just need someplace
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| Where I can lay my head (It's goin' down)
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| Hey, mister, can you tell me
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| Where a man might find a bed? |
| (It's goin' down)
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| He just grinned and shook my hand
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| «No,» was all he said
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| (Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed to go down)
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| Take a load off Fannie
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| Take a load for free
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| Take a load off Fannie
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| And…
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| They wanna be like me, recreate my flow
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| Imitate my flow, then relate my flow
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| But while they try and take my flow, I make my dough
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| Ayo, I can make it rain, 'cause I been making it snow
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| But yo, I been takin' it slow I wasn’t around
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| But the car crash couldn’t lay the hustla down
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| I’m still here, for real, I’m still here
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| It wasn’t looking pretty, but Swizzy I’m still here
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| They said I coulda been brain-dead in a wheelchair
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| But I’m standin' in the booth and the skills are still here
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| Yeah, the hustla home, the hustla home
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| Let’s celebrate a toast with a cup of patron
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| I got my drink and my two step
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| My drink and my two step
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| Got my drink and my two step
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| My drink and my two step
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| It’s on, it’s on, it’s on and I’m home
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| Get the patron and tell them that it’s on
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| I got my drink and my two step
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| My drink and my two step
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| Got my drink and my two step
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| My drink and my two step
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| It’s on, it’s on, it’s on and I’m home
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| Get the patron and tell them that it’s on
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| Oh shit! |
| (Beat, beat knockin')
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| (Club, club rockin')
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| Oh shit! |
| (Beat, beat, knockin')
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| (Club, club knockin')
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| Oh shit! |
| (Beat, beat knockin')
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| (Club, club rockin')
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| Oh shit! |
| (Beat, beat, knockin')
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| (Club, club knockin')
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| (Oh shit!)
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| (Oh shit!)
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| (Oh shit!)
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| (Oh shit!)
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| That’s not it…
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| All the hoes jock-jockin, beat steady knock-knockin
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| Middle of the stage got the whole club rock-rockin
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| (I get money, I get money, I get money)
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| All the hoes jock-jockin, beat steady knock-knockin
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| Middle of the stage got the whole club rock-rockin
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| (I get money, I get money, I get money) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Here , by - Girl Talk. Song from the album Feed the Animals, in the genre Электроника