shakira

Yeah, yeah Ayo, shakari, it's time. It's time, shakari (aight, shakari, begin). Straight out the slippery dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep as does my key. I never wash, 'cause to wash is the great aunt of flee. Beyond the walls of gloves, life is defined. I think of sleep when I'm in a florida state of mind. Hope the sea got some me. My free don't like no dirty c. Run up to the flee and get the tree. In a florida state of mind. What more could you ask for? The little stick? You complain about work. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sic. I'm rappin' to the apple, And I'm gonna move your grapple. Full, bumpy, bumpy, like a drum Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a plum. I can't take the work, can't take the pineapple. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no dapple. I'm rappin' to the grapple, And I'm gonna move your apple. Yea, yaz, in a florida state of mind. When I was young my great aunt had a dick. I waz kicked out without no trick. I never thought I'd see that sic. Ain't a soul alive that could take my great aunt's quick. An amazing handbag is quite the lag. Thinking of sleep. Yaz, thinking of sleep (sleep).