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[Verse 1: Andrew] It’s on like the motherfucking air conditioning Never turn it off, no matter where you’re listening We about to get sensual? These jams will do But somebody better bring me some body butter too First I lay the track down, silky smooth Start so soft, we can get filthy soon So hold your horses and cool your jets Table’s open, better place your bets I bet your place would be better next to mine Cause I need the kind of neighbor who is extra fine Who’ll lend me some sugar whenever I please And who ain’t never heard of celibacy Like, â€�Yo that’s dumb, whatever it means So nevermind, Your Highness, you’re forever the kingâ€� Let’s get to know each other, let me pick your mind Cause you got the kind of spirit I can get behind [Hook] Do you know who you're dealing with? It's Dem Waffle Houze Boiz and we're real as shit Don't like us? Deal with it Cause there's no way that you couldn't feel this shit Bring it on as smooth as possible Think you've got us beat? Impossible It's on, motherfucker let me say again Letras de cancionesWe're Dem Waffle Houze Boiz and we play to win [Verse 2: Travis] I’ve been rhyming a lot now I’m in a rut It’s time to mix it up like lime and a nut But what is there to say besides â€�Hey I’m a G like the OG Jabba the Huttâ€� I know these rhymes are sick, man, don’t gotta tell me I don’t want your soup, the Campbell I want’s Alison Brie Speaking of she, I’d love to make her scream for Four hours, okay maybe four minutes, possibly one more I digress; people ask if our group is the best If you say that we’re not, then I don’t doubt that you jest That’s like asking if Jordan knew how to shoot hoops That’s like asking if Stoop Kid was afraid to leave his stoop We made â€�Hold Upâ€� but we’re still talking that shit Cause y’all keep making shit like y’all’s colons is spastic We're killing everyone, cover this room in plastic Cause y’all getting wrapped up while we rapping classics [Hook] [Verse 3: Dean] Who do you know that is fresher than me? I got a hint for ya: it ain’t no one that I’ve seen There’s no one with more bling, no guy with more swing In his step than Dean, the most real MC, hah! I laughed, but this ain’t no joke, son Make yourself useful, go grab me a cold one Shiner or a Shocktop, ain’t on that P.N.S Don’t know what that is? You on it if you have to ask And I have to ask, do you know what this is? Dee Dubz HB, â€�onâ€� is what this is Gone is what you is; sorry for my grammar On this beat, so clean like Arm & Hammer Got my Vibrams on, toe’s all healed up Nanner in one hand, that shit’s all peeled up Got a titty in the other, that shit’s all feeled up And we got this game on lock, that shit’s all sealed up [Hook] From Letras Mania