Sunday, October 5, 2025

Vai dançar

 Slide through the club

Like butter on a griddle,

I was busting moves in the womb

Before I was little.

Here to drop the beat

No time to cry and puddle,

The beat in your feet

Goes to head from the middle.


Slide through the crowd

Like I was made of butter,

I have moves so smooth

You'll never need another.

I surprise your daddy

And impress your mother

You'll never believe

I made it through the gutter.



Your lines roll off of me

Like water off a duck,

My style is real

I don't believe in luck

I'm stepping on sir

I can never get stuck

But I'll stop you in your tracks

Like you were cemented to muck



Sliding through the club

Like butter I be going

Nicholas Cage in this joint

All the moves I be knowing

Like a river of sound

My lyrics they be flowing

Hype moves funky grooves

Mad  skills I be showing.



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