Off of the diggity dome
If it ain't about money than leave me alone
I dicked her down, now she wont leave me alone
On do not disturb she keep ringing my phone
Bitch i'm the motherf*cking champ
So anything involving a Trophy i'm bringing it home
I'm extra real, and that's stamped
I smoke a motherf*cking blunt instead of spraying cologne
Walk in the club and i'm getting it low
Start playing my shit, make em get on the floor
Don't play with me you can get hit like the folks
We find your house and we kick in the door
She wanna f*ck cause i'm lyrical
If you ain't smoking no loud, i ain't hearing you
Jimmy gone make that beat thump through ya Stereo
Bitch i keep my circle small like a cheerio
She fell for me like humpity dump
Bitch i got that gas and i don't need the pump
Run up too fast and you gone get jumped
A skinny boy, but my pockets got them lumps
I eat, all these rappers for my lunch
I'm really all about that and the such
It do not matter i cannot be touched
I bet i walk out of war with a cut
I bet i pull up and bang in the clutch
She give me brain it be coming in clutch
She just be giving me top cause SHE like it
Suck till i macadamia nut
These other niggas ain't lit like me
Chain on my neck that's big icy
I got juice, you sip Ice-Tea
I ball too hard, tell them get like me
SeeLife - Get on the Floor Lyrics
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Off of the diggity dome
If it ain't about money than leave me alone
I dicked her down, now she wont leave me alone
On do not disturb she keep ringing my phone
Bitch i'm the motherf*cking champ
So anything involving a Trophy i'm bringing it home
I'm extra real, and that's stamped
I smoke a motherf*cking blunt instead of spraying cologne
Walk in the club and i'm getting it low
Start playing my shit, make em get on the floor
Don't play with me you can get hit like the folks
We find your house and we kick in the door
She wanna f*ck cause i'm lyrical
If you ain't smoking no loud, i ain't hearing you
Jimmy gone make that beat thump through ya Stereo
Bitch i keep my circle small like a cheerio
She fell for me like humpity dump
Bitch i got that gas and i don't need the pump
Run up too fast and you gone get jumped
A skinny boy, but my pockets got them lumps
I eat, all these rappers for my lunch
I'm really all about that and the such
It do not matter i cannot be touched
I bet i walk out of war with a cut
I bet i pull up and bang in the clutch
She give me brain it be coming in clutch
She just be giving me top cause SHE like it
Suck till i macadamia nut
These other niggas ain't lit like me
Chain on my neck that's big icy
I got juice, you sip Ice-Tea
I ball too hard, tell them get like me
If it ain't about money than leave me alone
I dicked her down, now she wont leave me alone
On do not disturb she keep ringing my phone
Bitch i'm the motherf*cking champ
So anything involving a Trophy i'm bringing it home
I'm extra real, and that's stamped
I smoke a motherf*cking blunt instead of spraying cologne
Walk in the club and i'm getting it low
Start playing my shit, make em get on the floor
Don't play with me you can get hit like the folks
We find your house and we kick in the door
She wanna f*ck cause i'm lyrical
If you ain't smoking no loud, i ain't hearing you
Jimmy gone make that beat thump through ya Stereo
Bitch i keep my circle small like a cheerio
She fell for me like humpity dump
Bitch i got that gas and i don't need the pump
Run up too fast and you gone get jumped
A skinny boy, but my pockets got them lumps
I eat, all these rappers for my lunch
I'm really all about that and the such
It do not matter i cannot be touched
I bet i walk out of war with a cut
I bet i pull up and bang in the clutch
She give me brain it be coming in clutch
She just be giving me top cause SHE like it
Suck till i macadamia nut
These other niggas ain't lit like me
Chain on my neck that's big icy
I got juice, you sip Ice-Tea
I ball too hard, tell them get like me
Writer: LordSeelife Pannell
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