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    Funkmaster Flex / Lyrics

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    "Simon Says" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. Pharoahe Monch

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    Get the fuck up
    Simon says get the fuck up
    Throw your hands in the sky
    (Bo bo bo bo bo)
    Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac y'all what's up
    Girls, rub on your titties
    Yeah I said it, rub on your titties
    New York City gritty committee pity the fool
    That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

    Y'all know the name
    Pharoahe fucking Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
    You all up in the Range and shit, inebriated
    Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
    I alleviated the pain with long-term goals
    Took my underground loot, without the gold
    You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
    But when I'm in the street and shit it's all good
    I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider
    Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter
    Block shots, styles greater, let my lyrics anoint
    If you holding up the wall, then you missing the point

    Get the fuck up
    Simon Says get the fuck up
    Put your hands to the sky
    (Bo bo bo bo bo)
    Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now what's up
    Girlies, rub on your titties
    Fuck it, I said it, rub on your titties
    New York City gritty committee pity the fool
    That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

    Yo, where you at, uptown let me see 'em
    Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
    Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
    And shit don't start pumping till after 12 pm
    Uh, ignorant minds, I free 'em
    If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm
    The most obligated, hard and R-Rated
    Slated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
    Some might even say this song is sexist-es
    Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
    Whether you're riding the train or a Lexus-es
    This is for either or Rolies or Timex-eses
    Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
    You holding up the wall then you missing the point

    Get the fuck up
    Simon Says get the fuck up
    Throw your hands in the sky
    (Bo bo bo bo bo)
    The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now what's up
    Girls rub on your titties
    I said, rub on your titties
    New York City gritty committee pity the fool
    That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

    New Jeru, get the fuck up
    Shaolin, get the fuck up
    Long Isle, get the fuck up
    Worldwide, get the fuck up
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Troy Donald Jamerson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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