Poetry Study dalton Stelter BLk 5

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Dillon Francis

Google play music

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (a smack)

She hit the floor

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go, this crazy, all night spendin' my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinkin' X and O

Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I whoa

Did I think I seen shawty get low

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow

Work the pole, I got the bank roll

I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes

I'm into that, I love women exposed

She threw it back at me, I gave her more

Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (a smack)

She hit the floor

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Hey

Shawty what I gotta do to get you home

My jeans full of gwap and they ready for stones

Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown

Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)

Two stacks (come on)

Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)

What you think I'm playin' baby girl

I'm the man, I'll ain't dealin' rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder

I knew it was ova, that henny and Cola got me like a Soldier

She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her

So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover

shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her, like a pornography poster she showed her

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (a smack)

She hit the floor

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Whoa shawty

Yea she was worth the money

Lil mama took my cash, and I ain't want it back

The way she bit that rag, got her them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack, I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin'

They be want it two in the mornin'

I'm zonin' in them rosay bottles foamin'

She wouldn't stop, made it drop

shawty did that pop and lock, had to break her off that gwap

Gal was fly just like my glock

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (a smack)

She hit the floor

Next thing you know

Shawty got low low low low low low low low

C'mon

Thrift Shop

Google play music

Macklemore

Hey Macklemore can we go thrift shopping

What what what what (x2)

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is f****** awesome

Nah, Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a soda pop

I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop

Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty

That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."

Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,

Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green

Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me

Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets

(Piiisssssss)

But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)

Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments

Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in

But me and grungy fuckin it man

I am stuntin' and flossin' and

Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch

I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,

No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)

Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers

Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'

They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard

I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello

John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no

I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those

The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is f****** awesome

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is f****** awesome

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?

What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?

I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage

One man's trash, that's another man's come-up

Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt

'Cause right now I'm up in her stuntin'

I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)

I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section (Uptons)

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker

The built-in onesie with the socks on that mother******

I hit the party and they stop in that mother******

They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."

I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."

Limited edition, let's do some simple addition

Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)

I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)

I call that getting tricked by a business

That shirt's hella dough

And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't

Peep game, come take a look through my telescope

Tryna get girls from a brand? Man you hella won't

Man you hella won't

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is f****** awesome

I wear your granddad's clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this bigg ass

coat

From that thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddad's clothes (Damn right)

I look incredible (now come on man)

I'm in this big ass coat (big ass coat)

From that thrift shop down the road (let's go)

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is f****** awesome

Songwriters: Ben Haggerty / Ryan S Lewis

Thrift Shop lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Panda

Google play music

This what they all been waitin' for

I guess so

They been waitin' for this shit for a long time didn’t they

I'ma give it everythin' I got

Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner

Ayy I'm just feelin' my vibe right now

I'm feelin' myself

Panda, Panda

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

I got broads in Atlanta

Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Hittin' off licks in the bando

Black X6, Phantom

White X6 looks like a panda

Goin' out like I'm Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammers

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny

Sellin' bar, candy

Man I'm the macho like Randy

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy

B**** n**** pull up ya panty

Hope you killas understand me

I got broads in Atlanta

Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Hittin' off licks in the bando

Black X6, Phantom

White X6 looks like a panda

Goin' out like I'm Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammers

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny

Sellin' bar, candy

Man I'm the macho like Randy

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy

Bitch nigga pull up ya panty

Hope you killas understand me

Hey

Panda, Panda

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

I got broads in Atlanta

Twistin' dope, lean, and shit, sippin' Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner

Whole bunch of lavish shit

They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit

I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship

I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I drive this shit

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, killin' on camera

Pop a Perc, I can't stand up

Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas

Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom

Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera

Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie

Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up your panty

Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it

I got niggas that's countin' for digits

Say you make you a lot of new money

Know some killers pull off and they in the Wraith

CDG, they pull off and they kill the Bape

Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank

Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank

Fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it

I got broads, yea I get it

I get cards yea I shitted

This how I live it

Did it all for a ticket

Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it

And Bobby gon' trend it

Jeff The Don doin' business

Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her bidnezz

I be gettin' to the chicken

Countin' to the chicken

And all of my n***** gon' split it

Panda, Panda

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

I got broads in Atlanta

Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Hittin' off licks in the bando

Black X6, Phantom

White X6 looks like a panda

Goin' out like I'm Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammers

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny

Sellin' bar, candy

Man I'm the macho like Randy

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy

Bitch nigga pull up ya panty

Hope you killas understand me

I got broads in Atlanta

Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Hittin' off licks in the bando

Black X6, Phantom

White X6 looks like a panda

Goin' out like I’m Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammers

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny

Sellin' bar, candy

Man I'm the macho like Randy

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy

Bitch nigga pull up ya panty

Hope you killas understand me

Panda, Panda

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda

Written by Aaquil Brown, Dillon Francis, Khalif Brown, Martin Bresso, William Grigahcine • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, INC Get low , , release date, Google Play Music, Google, 2016, https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tf76eddwme33x5zbi2pmit6gpti?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-songlyrics. 5 nov.2016

Bowling

Dalton Stelter

You are standing there on your mark, preparing for your last game

Ready for your first 600 series

Your family is cheering, and your dad is proud

You grab your ball, look at the pins, and then the lane

You take your steps CLICK,CLICK,CLICK,CLICK,CLICK

BOOM, the ball hits the lane

You watch as is roles down the lane

You see it hit your mark and BOOM

All of the pins explode!

You turn around and you see your dads face as he smiles

In amazement He hugs you like never before!

Credits:

Created with images by darkmares - "Harley Davidson" • kathryn_rotondo - "clover card" • soniasu_ - "Good Deeds Thrift Store" • George Lu - "Panda" • jarmoluk - "bowling game entertainment"

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