SHYNE Lyrics

First time I went to Memphis
They had, it was a two-story club
That only the downstairs was open
We lookin′ down and it was a mosh pit (yeah)
Vybz Kartel ah talk
Remember, we ah rep fi Cactus Jack
Member some bwoy wah?
Ah we run di bomboclaat block

Shyne, Shyne
Shyne, what? What?
Mm, what?
Ay, ay
Shyne, what? Shyne, what?
Shyne, ay, Shyne, what?
Ah, ay
Whoo

I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock (makin′ bed)
At the shared block (block), not the Fairmont ('Mont)
Took some Dade County hos to the Caribbean
And they twins, and they thicker than the Clermonts (thicker)
On a John Deere tractor, playin' headhunt (skrrt, skrrt)
Tom Cruise, fuck your couch, I do my own stunts (uh)
Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (it′s lit)
This is that type of party, yay (party)

Ay, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers (Carti)
I still think a bustdown flyer, though, I bought it plain (flyer)
On this side, it′s never dry, though, it barely rains (dry)
I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things (it′s lit)
(Whoa) burn, baby (burn), burn (burn), DJ table turns (burn)
You see them blunts in the ashtray, that's every opp we earned (yeah)
Ass fat, ain′t got no panties on, I ain't got no words (nah)
Gullwing Mercedes-Benz way I switch and swerve (skrrt)

Whoa
Whoa
Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it
Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, whoa
Swing
Whoa
Whoa
Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it (GloRilla)
Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, whoa (on the gang, gang)
(On the) swing (on the gang), ooh

Got booked overseas for a nice-ass fee, need some D, so I had to go to Canada first
He nutted, I swallowed them kids so fast, had to fuck around, put out an Amber Alert
It′s 5 a.m., bitch, I'm up in the gym, but a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (the fuck?)
Word on the street, I'm the bitch with the heat, you wouldn′t e′en believe what I charge for a verse (whoa)
Workin' hard, I′m grindin' (hey), diamonds hittin′, I'm shinin′ (hoo)
Gangsta bitch, for real, these hos be on these beats just rhymin' (weak ass)
All my, all my opps be dyin' (yup), all my, all my friends be lyin′ (fasho)
Havin′ flashbacks when I was just ridin' that dick, damn near had forgot I was drivin′ (damn)

Don't ask me ′bout no ho I used to fuck with, I ain't got nothin′ to say
My only regret is bein' too young to fuck Matthew McConaughey (on the gang, huh)
Yeah, bitch, Matthew McConaughey

Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, huh

Whoa
Whoa
Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it
Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, whoa
Swing
Whoa
Whoa
Swoop it down, wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it
Wobble it, wiggle it, wobble it, wiggle it, whoa
Swing, ooh