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lay it down (remix) - peter bjorn and john lyrics

lay it down (remix) lyrics
shut the f*ck up boy
you starting to p*ss me off (hey)
shut the f*ck up boy (we did it baby)
you starting to p*ss me off (hey)

hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl (yeah)
you have already had enough (chuuch!)

hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl
you have already had enough

glc:

my style lit now outside n*ggas get
chi*town po po hate to see a playa grow
told bout the old pro playas in the figueros
get your money first — then get your hoes
came in the game real as f*ck as i came up
gs in the streets honor me bring my name up
first caddy that i flipped sh*t—it was paid for
earned my stripes getting links getting paper
clowns talking down n*gga i ain’t stuttin’
heavy is the ear wear the crown, n*gga, i ain’t budgin’
public enemy, family i can’t trust ’em
eatin’ shows by these hoes i was mack lovin’
i was so bogus playa i would mack cousins
they was fine as h*ll they was in my black cutlass
hate is stayin’ on my mug f*ckin’ mack substance
with the hoes while they talkin’ bout that subject
hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl
you have already had enough

hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl
you have already had enough

trouble andrew:
just woke baby baby feelin’ so fine
trouble gang’s really and you don’t stay high
ain’t no chickens even though they stay fried
stayin’ so cool make ’em wish it this time
see one take on your wrist with your life
don’t talk back don’t walk that line
one shot round maybe just to watch ’em i
make a lot of cash and deliver fast lines
mc when it’s comin’ won’t believe it till you rhyme
[???] and i’m feeling yeah, i want yuh
it’s too lit
yeah it’s too lit yeah yeah yeah yeah
too bad too lit
it’s too lit yeah yeah yeah yeah
hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you starting to p*ss me off
hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl
you have already had enough

hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl
you have already had enough

glc:

nine by my side how i’m doing man i’m doing fine
chi state of mind exercise grind all the time
southside n*gga forty broads man he gon’ flip
westside n*ggas say it stack chips (get ripped)
w*ng in the car and i’m showin’ up for your b*tch
never trust a trick that sh*t is inappropriate
praise run the game can’t explain n*gga i ain’t get it
i don’t want fame for the grain n*gga i ain’t gettin’
sock spit in get in where you fit in
don’t say sh*t n*gga if you ain’t live it, sh*t
you a pest to me this pimp sh*t is so fresh to me
mackin’ is my stress and this what you suggest to me?
what it really is? glc gon’ handle his
king on handle wheels make this sh*t so scandalous
haters brandishin’, bogus and he know he lyin’
putting in a thousand hours, hatin’ me in overdrive
hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl
you have already had enough

hey, shut the f*ck up boy
you are starting to p*ss me off
take your hands off that girl
you have already had enough

- peter bjorn and john lyrics

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