Harlem Shake (Freestyle) Letra

Harlem Shake (Freestyle) lyrics

You know the rules
Dipset for life
Ain’t nothing changed
If it say Harlem on it then we on it, you heard?
So when Harlem shakes the dice for that money, who got bank?
Aye, what’s up?
You know what we finna do with this
It’s a tear down
All you fu*k nig*as is a double O
Harlem stand up

Fu*k y’all watching me for?
All I do is get the bread
I’m the bomb like C4, hope y’all heard what the bit*hes said
Up and down like a seesaw
Then hopped off and kissed the head
She came so many times I thought that bit*h had pissed the bed
Big-ass Coupe, erase the top
Brand new Rollie
Face with rocks
She was gone off straight Ciroc
Then the next think you know she defaced a cop
Face the cock, give face to cock
Picture this, no, picture that
Trust the game, bit*h, I’m hip to that
With that big body frame
Put dick to that
Whoa
She start talking back
You know what happens when you talking back
Fu*k around, be walking’ back
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Treat her like a dog, caught the cat
She had the fatty, spanked that ass and she called me daddy
Made her scream, you should hear her climax
Made a movie, but I ain’t IMAX

I’m hella straight, and I just got paid
I’mma hit the club and I’mma get laid
Getting laid getting laid
I’mma hit the club and I’mma get laid

Go every day is Friday, cashing checks and getting paid
If she walk by my way, that ass as fat as Gimli
Plus I think I need a tutor, class in session, get your grade
And I start busting at the bit*h
When it hit her face
It ricochet
Park the whip, hit the shade
Hopped on the dick when the system played
New Coupe, inside the whip is suede
It’s hot outside, but my wrists is glazed
Then I told her blow the gun
68, I owe you one
Just like a stick-up, showed my gun
Put your hands up high and show me something

I’m hella straight, and I just got paid
I’mma hit the club and I’mma get laid
Getting laid getting laid
I’mma hit the club and I’mma get laid.