| {Put your hands up like your get held up.
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| Make a lot of noise like your getting felt up
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| We gettin money there ain’t nothing you can tell us
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| Do it! |
| Only when I say so. |
| only when I Say
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| Simon says
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| Put your hands up like your get held up.
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| Make a lot of noise like your getting felt up
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| We gettin money there ain’t nothing you can tell us
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| Do it! |
| Only when I say so. |
| only when I Say}
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| Kali baby in the building baby talk about it,
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| Heads too big ain’t no room to walk around it.
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| I’m off in the clouds, I can’t be humble, can’t be grounded
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| When you see the king kneal to the ground, make a fist and pound it.
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| Follow me like I’m your new leader, school teacher
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| I’m the head coach and you the cheerledaer, in a school bleacher
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| Me and Tech like the double creature feature
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| Heat ya up shitting on you niggas
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| Damn we leave the seat up
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| Posted on the throne with my feet up
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| I’m Tee’d off, cause T9 dun drank the KC tea up (oh man)
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| So how low can you go
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| Nobody make a move until SIMON says so.
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| Only when I say so, only when I Say
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| That some polturgiese lingo that was put on me in my day.
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| When my money was in my A
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| When my homies were in my way
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| Now these ronees attend my showees
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| And their wanting to spend my pay (HEY!)
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| Simon Says
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| Go snow
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| Let these hoes know
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| Without no, oh-oh, better get steppin they get no doe
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| But slow grow make a bro grow, here go the mojo
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| (Bounce) (pogo pogo) up, down
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| Till it’s rojo
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| Your gunna have to listen to Tech Nina to rhyme his dance,
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| To the diamond encrusted snake and the bat with a diamond hand.
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| You’d rather be spending your time in better gi-mer stad
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| But the N9nes and SIMON says you’d better do what ever the fuck!
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| SIMON says
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| Stand at attention to your heiness,
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| Comin for your heiness when niggas be way behind us.
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| Strange music if you can’t find us, you got on blindness.
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| Steady mutiplying your money be in the minus (ok?)
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| Follow me like religously, bitches be
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| Chocolatey, pop-top-ly, rich and have a Bentaly
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| Mentally fly as an eagle, oh I think they like me, distorting my ego (kali-Baby)
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| Fans do what I command them.
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| Rapper’s don’t talk to me
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| Tell em I can’t stand em and umm?
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| If your hands still in the air wave em like you don’t care. |
| and you can swear
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| by my anthem |