Fred Astaire

Woke up in a Panamera
Do my dance like Fred Astaire
I'd gas it but it probably scare ya 'way
Mr. I don't go nowhere
'Less I get paid for my appearance
Apparently they all forgot bout me
Okay
Pardon me don't Get embarrassed
One wrong move might leave you hairless
Graze 'em when I hit that fade away

Oh
That my jumper
Form make a house wife park her hummer
Roll down tint. Like who that stunner
Don't know Lilo, add new number
It's fairly simple really
I don't delve into the
Shit that drag on
Like what Denarius carry
I let bygones be bygones
Can't see road signs or pylons
Said she can't take what I'm on
I dont need drugs I'm high mom
Bitch I'm top 5 I'm dylon
Got her lips locked on my shlong
I need no feats on my song
Fake an accent and ride on
Face a whole case of white claw
Find my way home to my song

Woke up in a Panamera
Do my dance like Fred Astaire
I'd gas it but it probably scare ya 'way
Mr. I don't go nowhere
'Less I get paid for my appearance
Apparently they all forgot bout me
Okay
Pardon me don't Get embarrassed
One wrong move might leave you hairless
Graze 'em when I hit that fade away



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Writer(s): Keba Aaron
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