Get Looney by Kasland
Get Looney lyrics
[Intro:]
Nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah (alright) nah nah,
Nah nah nah (alright) nah nah,
Nah nah nah (alright) nah nah,
Nah nah nah (Here we go!) nah nah,
[Verse 1:]
Let�s get looney like Mr. Bugs Bunny,
Go on and shake your ass with Mr. Loves Money,
Tell me that you�re young hun I really like your bun
buns,
Mr. K. Sleezy has a thing for the young ones,
Let�s dance away the night girl it might go slow, it
might go fast,
I like to watch you dance girl cause I really like your
ass,
I take a wild guess why every girl calls me psychopath,
Maybe it�s cause I like to wear lipstick on my Michael
mask,
So come on girl pucker up for Ms. Myers,
I don�t diss rappers baby girl I diss liars,
The ones who like to say that they�re all about the
music,
When they�re all about the money and they�re fake I
just lose it,
Guards in the asylum turn on a tight beat,
Cause they know I start dancing and I can�t control my
feet,
I start to shake my booty and I start getting hot,
That�s how Mr. K. Sleezy ends up getting caught.
[Chorus: x2]
This beat right here makes me want to shake my booty,
Just get up and dance I don�t mean to sound fruity,
Come on girl don�t act like a nooby,
Stand up with me and let�s get looney!
[Verse 2:]
You can keep your pants on, Imma take my pants off,
We don�t have to dance long, we�ll just have a dance
off,
Once you play the damn song, I can take my hands off,
My butt cheeks and I let them clap �til I can�t cough,
I got some jiggy in my system and my butt won�t stop,
Get on your knees little slut don�t talk,
What the hell are you doing, get your hands off my
zipper,
I just said get on your knees so I can feel bigger,
Look security guards while I�m jammin� on camera,
Rocking out big like Hannah Montana,
Feeling like a pop star, flashy like a cop�s car,
Healing crazy minds that rely on me like OnStar,
Damn baby girl I think I�m starting to feel hungry,
Go pick me up some sushi and get it with your money,
I�d get it myself, but there is no chance in,
Hell that I can get myself to stop dancing.
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3:]
I crank that Soulja Boy while I try to sip pop,
Put the can up to my lips, but then a drip drop,
Everybody always want to say shit talk,
I think superman�s here to save hip hop,
But I could be wrong though it wouldn�t be the first
time,
Like when I got yelled at for making up that nurse
rhyme,
I think it kinda went a little something like this,
What� You thought I was actually gon� tell you?
Going crazy in my cell getting wild and tearing sheets,
I�ll kick you in the forehead while I�m wearing cleats,
Leave you with a bruise the size of D. Prince,
I think I just made a fat joke, gee wiz,
Kids look up to me like I belong on Nick Junior,
Parents sick of Dora I can make you sick sooner,
Want to see a magic trick (ok),
I can make your kid disappear (no wait!).
[Chorus: x4]
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