Fanny Pack by Chrisx7 Keep on Lyrics

Brooklyn Brooklyn had to say it twice
Shoot the gift like a pair of dice
Nice on the microphone device
Only eat the black beans with the white rice
Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
But your wack rhymes always make me sick
You're such a trick and I'm a nice treat
Can't tell you twice go take your seat
Just feel the heat that we generate
You can't compete we beat you out the gate
You're one day late and a dollar short
Now I'm gonna tell you all the things I bought
A golden blimp and a submarine
A laundromat and a club in Queens
f____pack is Saks and you're a shop that p___s
But hey homegirl keep on

Do, do, do, do keep on dancin(x3)
'Everybody keep on dancin'

Brooklyn the borough of kings
Where three little birds got thorough with things
Had school all day and shows right after
Interviews provided you laughter
Work and school can be real hard
Haters steady tryin to pull my card
But I keep my cool yo and I carry on

The road to riches unpaved and long
Miss Suthiwong is on the job
When money gets low it's time to rob
A record label for the cash advances
Take that money like I'm taking chances
Matt just dances and we leave the spot
With all the crisp new money we got
You might get shot if your hear me wrong
Mind your business keep on

Do, do, do, do keep on dancin(x3)
'Everybody keep on dancin'

Step step ya'll freak freak ya'll
Gotta move til your knees get weak ya'll
Imma make you scream like Howard Dean
Know what I'm sayin uhh know what I mean
Make the mercury rise cause I'm the real queen
Then all the boys bust outta they jeans cause I'm
Smooth like silk on the hot popcorn and I
Get b___ naked like the day you were born
Movin' out and lookin' in
Say a little prayer cause I know you sin
In the last two years yo I made some moves
Toured the world and I paid my dues
Second album so you know the steez
Just drop the top and feel the breeze
Stacks of dough that you can't sleep on
Come one everybody just keep one

Do, do, do, do keep on dancin(x3)
'Everybody keep on dancin'

Hey mother [censored!][censored!] and [censored!]
All the h**s and the pimps
And the welfare recipients
To the crack kids on the corner
And the white kids with dirty sneakers
To the man in the bodega
To my skinny and fat b____es
Kids hoped up in the turnstile
It you bought or stole the album
Given if you bought this album
To big black men in fancy
Keep on dancin'

Keep on dancin...