Cheez-z-Fux

Lyrics

Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
 The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
 He's trying to say that he's trapped,
 He's got gold chains and hairy chest
 He's making me sick in his Saturday night best
 Shut your mouth, play on bounced
 Money could be a...
 Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
 The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
 What is your sign sweetcakes? Have I seen
 You somewhere before?
 Can I check your tags?
 I swear you were made in Heaven!
 Disco fever, trampy hoes
 El Comino and a confidential
 Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
 The butterfly colour,
 In the city gone pumpin, pumpin, pumpin, pumpin .
 Put on your fatty gold chain,
 You're pimpin' and struttin' your stuff
 Your walking down the aisle, acting like you're above
 Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
 The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
 The butterfly colour
 1 . 2 . 3 . STOP!
 Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
 The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
 The butterfly colour
 Then he saw the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen
 That wide brimmed hat, that fake pink fur coat,
 And those fishnet stockings
 She was just like him, she was just like him,
 She was just like him
 A PIMP!
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:59
Key
11
Tempo
79 BPM

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