Rewind
I'm hot like tamale
I body a beat like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Karate a hobby
I'm popping like rocky
Taki taki papi want me a mami
Rivan C. to the ladies, Sir Calderin to the gentlemen
Lit as DaBaby I rock like a metal band
Walking and talking like RUN DMC
Glowing up, blowing up like TNT
Ay
Go hard like a brick
Ay ay
Rockstar since 6
Ay
So much swagger I'm sick
Ay ay
Mick Jagger with the drip
I'm a beast of burden, my beats and bars stay burning you bodies
Return of the party, I'm flexing my checks like a young DDG
Slicker than Rick, but I'm from BVT
Ay
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind for who? I rewind for
You you you you you with the boogie down moves
Kevin Bacon shaking with the blue suede shoes
Slick talking psycho, Michael Bublé smooth
Foot Loose stances, we'll be dirty dancers
Jackson Polic paint a picture posing on the canvas
Gwen Stefani stanzas
Going all bananas
Hollaback tracks for the homies in Havana
Damn I'm gone
Spitting this right for my wrongs
Imma take flight through the night like a red eyed monster
Black Swan killer man I'm villain at the concert
Going so fast I might breeze ay
Flowing so spazz I can't breathe ay
Compelling I'm yelling I feel like a felon I think that I need to repeat ay
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind for who? I rewind for
You guys need to jump so high that the sky ain't got no cap
Then bring it back
Romping and bopping and stomping and popping like its bubble wrap
Going Jack Black Ay
With a fat fat stack
In the back pack ay
Spit a nap sack rap
For the wack cats ay
Hit a Aflack quack
Cause I cracked that
Ay ay ay
Now it take two to tango down for my respect
Wifi taught me how to speak up for the fans, now we connect
Damn I'm feeling like the postman where's my motherchicken check
Pockets bulging with them bills, walking stupid, make no sense
Gone
I body a beat like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Karate a hobby
I'm popping like rocky
Taki taki papi want me a mami
Rivan C. to the ladies, Sir Calderin to the gentlemen
Lit as DaBaby I rock like a metal band
Walking and talking like RUN DMC
Glowing up, blowing up like TNT
Ay
Go hard like a brick
Ay ay
Rockstar since 6
Ay
So much swagger I'm sick
Ay ay
Mick Jagger with the drip
I'm a beast of burden, my beats and bars stay burning you bodies
Return of the party, I'm flexing my checks like a young DDG
Slicker than Rick, but I'm from BVT
Ay
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind for who? I rewind for
You you you you you with the boogie down moves
Kevin Bacon shaking with the blue suede shoes
Slick talking psycho, Michael Bublé smooth
Foot Loose stances, we'll be dirty dancers
Jackson Polic paint a picture posing on the canvas
Gwen Stefani stanzas
Going all bananas
Hollaback tracks for the homies in Havana
Damn I'm gone
Spitting this right for my wrongs
Imma take flight through the night like a red eyed monster
Black Swan killer man I'm villain at the concert
Going so fast I might breeze ay
Flowing so spazz I can't breathe ay
Compelling I'm yelling I feel like a felon I think that I need to repeat ay
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind like three times for the felines in the front
I rewind for who? I rewind for
You guys need to jump so high that the sky ain't got no cap
Then bring it back
Romping and bopping and stomping and popping like its bubble wrap
Going Jack Black Ay
With a fat fat stack
In the back pack ay
Spit a nap sack rap
For the wack cats ay
Hit a Aflack quack
Cause I cracked that
Ay ay ay
Now it take two to tango down for my respect
Wifi taught me how to speak up for the fans, now we connect
Damn I'm feeling like the postman where's my motherchicken check
Pockets bulging with them bills, walking stupid, make no sense
Gone
Credits
Writer(s): Rivan Calderin
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