Cuero Dudes - Buck Meek

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Now we feelin' wavy Chillin' somewhere in the tropics with my ladies 'Bout to tell my Boi-1da We gon' need some more of that conga, 'cause I Feel him lookin' at me And my girls, we fly as can bе Drippin' in sensuality Two stepping 'til evеntually He said, he said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat (yeah) Lamborghini Urus, scraping out on the tours Mix Amiri with Dior and we used to be the poorest Now it's million dollars worth of jewelry, no insurance Flew my - 'cross the border just to pick up some new water I'm like, get what you want, pick what you want, this a black card I'm in the 'Bach, but in the front getting waxed off Rollin' the pack, smoking on Runtz, 'bout to blast off Flow so cold, need a mask on Brand new Bentayga, the brand new baguettes I'm surprised they ain't panicking yet Hundred K flight just to land on the jet We flew out just to ran through the check He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat Don't you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet It's the rhythm of the island and like sugarcane so sweet If you wanna do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em We ain't swinging no flag, nigga We ain't need no pass, nigga Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas I don't know if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about Cause if he heard about the truth, run your mouth He come to your house and start swervin' out Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss! You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked