another cinderella story - 'don't be shy' streaming

Don't Be Shy

1ST VERSE
It’s me, the yung boy, I love to shine
Kick back, jump, then I press rewind
See Shawty over there, yeah she knows she’s fine
But if I roll right past her, then I’m on her mind
Cuz' I’m fresh, (ooooh) from head to toe
Adidas on my feet, yeah, I’m oh so cold
Black and gold, oh fa’sho
With a bucket Kangol and a Dookie Rope
I said enough about me, I wanna know about you
Who are you and where’s 'ya crew?
Just a lil’ convo for me and my dudes
After that it’s just me and you
I wanna see you dance, see you fall
Pick you up, wipe you off
This right here is some SC talk
So lend me you ear and most of all (Giiiirrrrrrllll!!!)

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Don’t be shy
Don’t be scared
Let me see you over here
We can do this all night
Put your hands up on my hips
And dip with it, dip with it
Can you keep up with it
If you try’na get with this
You gotta handle your biz

2ND VERSE
I see you’re Butterfinger-lickerish
How many wishes do you wish?
Lil’ Kool-Aid smile that caught my eye
Girl you playing like you shy
You got me looking crazy
I seen you try’na play me
Never ever lazy, the girls is always chasin’ me, (oh) no
So wipe me down, yeah I gotta do it big
Cuz' I’m from A-town
Wit’ 'ya watermelon lip gloss, ‘ya got me now
Yeah, I got one rule and this how it sounds

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3RD VERSE
Baby girl, just roll over here and talk to me
Stop actin’ like that, girl you ought to be
Ashamed of yourself, cuz' it’s clear to see
That I’m feelin’ you and you’re feelin’ me
With ‘ya Baby Phat and ‘ya A-town hat
slightly tilted to the back
I can see your eyes and they tell me, that
You wanna [filtered word] up like a Scooby Snack
But didn’t yo’ Momma tell you the rule,
No exceptions, big reviews, Channel 30, 52
Mac laptop, yeah I’m on You Tube
Yep, three W’s or Google Search me
My name, dot COM, Yep now ‘ya learnin’
So don’t act like it don’t concern ‘ya
I’m on ‘ya mind and ‘ya brain is hurtin’ (soooooo)

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4TH VERSE
And you know that it’s on, I’m J
I’m the Prince, yes I’m almost grown
Yung heartthrob leave ‘ya chicks mind blown
Write my number on your arm if you ain’t gotta phone
Shawty lookin’ right, come holla at ‘ya boy
J don’t bite (Nawwww) it’s alright it’s okay
Gonna get loose girl wit me you saaaay
Now put your hands up on you hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
Shawty posted on the wall
Do ya dance and bite ‘ya lip
Babygirl, don’t be shy with me,
G5 gonna get fly with me
I drop the top on the coupe, just ride with me
I threw a stack in her lap, Now she ridin’ with a G

CHORUS OUT