Supafly Thousand Foot Krutch
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[Intro]
Hey yo who's up in here?
The thousand foot squad
[Verse 1]
We smashin'
Thousand be the head of the class and
Rollin' through the party with the stereo blastin'
We creepin' it's been seven since last weekend
Everybody in the club freakin'
And in the corner, I can see ya standin' there
Black jacket 'n' long hair we've been exchanging stares
And I know ya, and what'cha thinkin' yeah right
Wearin' ya clothes air-tight at the club every night and
Don't'cha know that brothers don't like the girls
That be into them guys that be tellin' them lies and listen here hun
Life's more than this
Ya tryin to tell me that'cha never get bored of this?
[Verse 2]
Yo, check this who you eye'in up for ya setlist
Frontin' with ya fake gold necklace
Not respected, 'n' yet ya wonderin' why
Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dollar signs
Girl what's next? Who you hittin' up for the Rolex?
Brothers need to check their specs
Brothers gettin' gamed on, thinkin' she loves you and all that
Need to get it all back, move on and step off that
She's the wrong type, but same goes for females
Cuz' guys be spittin' lies, not telling the details
In the fine print, baby girl, don't sweat it
Cuz one of these days you'll regret it
And yo, the moral of the story is
Dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin' funny around cash money
So lesson learned, you playin' with fire get burned
Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned
Hey yo who's up in here?
The thousand foot squad
[Verse 1]
We smashin'
Thousand be the head of the class and
Rollin' through the party with the stereo blastin'
We creepin' it's been seven since last weekend
Everybody in the club freakin'
And in the corner, I can see ya standin' there
Black jacket 'n' long hair we've been exchanging stares
And I know ya, and what'cha thinkin' yeah right
Wearin' ya clothes air-tight at the club every night and
Don't'cha know that brothers don't like the girls
That be into them guys that be tellin' them lies and listen here hun
Life's more than this
Ya tryin to tell me that'cha never get bored of this?
[Verse 2]
Yo, check this who you eye'in up for ya setlist
Frontin' with ya fake gold necklace
Not respected, 'n' yet ya wonderin' why
Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dollar signs
Girl what's next? Who you hittin' up for the Rolex?
Brothers need to check their specs
Brothers gettin' gamed on, thinkin' she loves you and all that
Need to get it all back, move on and step off that
She's the wrong type, but same goes for females
Cuz' guys be spittin' lies, not telling the details
In the fine print, baby girl, don't sweat it
Cuz one of these days you'll regret it
And yo, the moral of the story is
Dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin' funny around cash money
So lesson learned, you playin' with fire get burned
Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned
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