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Dear Somebody Video (MV)




Performed By: Sport Mathews
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Malcolm Haye




Sport Mathews - Dear Somebody Lyrics




Lip zip no key
I was in the hall bangin tables tryna eat
I was in the mall wit the labels on me
Keep em captivated hangin on the edge of seats
Grind like teeth
Work like I know how
Had to lose a couple pounds prior to so cal
I shine like street
After a snow shower
My g moved a couple mounds just like a snow plow
Go figure young nigga that's super oozin
If there was an award for the flyest I'd be a shoe in
You niggas occupied with how I'm movin
At the club I shake my ass an you can't even get a groove in
You gotta stop losin and start stopping
Commitin treason like its within reason you not pardoned
So I scotch guard an protect my shit I'm sure to kill em wit my next outfit... that's part 4

Then I make some money in my sleep
Bet I made a couple thousand dollars on the street I can't speak
You can't make a hunnid in a week
Ima make a hunnid thousand dollars from a speech and repeat
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Lip zip no key
I was in the hall bangin tables tryna eat
I was in the mall wit the labels on me
Keep em captivated hangin on the edge of seats
Grind like teeth
Work like I know how
Had to lose a couple pounds prior to so cal
I shine like street
After a snow shower
My g moved a couple mounds just like a snow plow
Go figure young nigga that's super oozin
If there was an award for the flyest I'd be a shoe in
You niggas occupied with how I'm movin
At the club I shake my ass an you can't even get a groove in
You gotta stop losin and start stopping
Commitin treason like its within reason you not pardoned
So I scotch guard an protect my shit I'm sure to kill em wit my next outfit... that's part 4

Then I make some money in my sleep
Bet I made a couple thousand dollars on the street I can't speak
You can't make a hunnid in a week
Ima make a hunnid thousand dollars from a speech and repeat
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Writer: Malcolm Haye
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