FRENCH TERRY (Terry Cloth II) [feat. Rob GF]

Artist: SHWING

Song: FRENCH TERRY (Terry Cloth II) ft. Rob GF

[HOOK / TAGLINE]

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna dance

(FIRST VERSE)

I took your porta-potty, nothing short of Pauly Shore and origami

Fold your body, wake up to this Folgers coffee

You know I’m bossy, I’ll send you for photocopies

I’m photobombing, these rappers can photoshop me

I’m a stoners stoner so Coke is just Coca Cola

We smoke when we’re home alone and we smoke when we’re going sober

Off my meds and I’m smoking, I’m awfully high on my lonesome

You’re out your mind if you want it, I’m awfully high on the totem

Cus I’m rolling twenty in that club I roll with twenty

Barely over twenty bitties acting like they’re older than me

And your co-dependant on my cobra, hope it’s copesetic

So the Coke or Pepsi metaphor is you ain't colder than me

Cus I’m living like you want, I just write these songs

I don’t write these cheques, I don’t write these wrongs

Running for the door, Running for the dope

Running for the d-d-d-dope!

She wanted to smoke, wanted to smoke... something with dope!

[HOOK / CHORUS]

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna dance

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna, I just wanna… (dance)

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna dance

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

I just wanna dance, I just wanna dance

(mmmmmwah!)

(SECOND VERSE)

Still young and I can do whatever the fuck I want

Matter fact it's Saturday, I might rent a Cadillac

Pick up chick and yada-yada-yada, I’m just getting older and more talented

And that’s the thing about immortality, it’s just getting older and more talented

What do you want from me? Look what you have from me.

Umm, why-don’t-you… take a crash course

Take a trip, get a passport

Parking lot looking like Nascar, wildin’ out looking like Madagascar

Showed up at the office, ‘told me I’m lookin’ like a Trap Star

Nothing but the fabric in the patch work, feel me like the ribbon in my denim

And you know my twill, I’m built to last I’m durable

B-b-b-bitch I’m bad, I’m terrible

It’s Twelve O’clock on Friday night and there's not enough room to fit’ em all in the ride

And so I first take half and put half on my lap

Go half on a sack, let’s all get right back on to my place

Fuck this club, it don’t suit my taste, I just came to afterparty

Ya, I’m the host I’m the G-O-D, not director I’m the D-O-P

I don’t call the shots but I take the shots and you can tell by the way that I walk

This be a grand ol’ party, a G-O-P, I started this shit I’m G-O-D

I mean I started this shit I’m G-O-D, and you can tell by the way that I make’ em say...

[HOOK / CHORUS]

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna dance

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna, I just wanna… (dance)

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna dance

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

I just wanna dance, I just wanna dance

(mmmmmwah!)

(THIRD VERSE)

I’m with 2 blondes in a Rubicon, in Aruba with music on

Crewed up, TV muted watching Tour de France

My Madussa on Madussas, with the roosters on my shoeses

Lookin stupid loud, tet her at a hookah lounge

Shorty Uber down, Shorty took the Uber down

She start at third base, but my Shorty show me Cooperstown

Doin numbers, who can count? Still feel like I'm new in town?

Even tho I'm like Bobby up in that Bruins Brown

Orr, I get up in that mouth we call that Haribo

Lines, lines on top of lines we call that Herringbone

Swear, swear I'm dope, swear I'm dope, there I go

Twenty-four carat gold, there I go

So fresh so clean, I’m terry cloth, I’m terry cloth

So fresh so clean, I’m terry cloth, I’m terry cloth

You just want to polly, that’s how parrots talk

That’s why I’m Nick Cage at the range, with Carrot Top!

[HOOK / CHORUS]

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna dance

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna, I just wanna… (dance)

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

You want them M’s, I just wanna dance

Want them M’s, I just wanna dance

I just wanna dance, I just wanna dance

(mmmmmwah!)