PhearNone - No Slaves (feat. Shayshahn MacPherson Violin) Lyrics

(PhearNone Entertainment)
No slaves
No slaves
No slaves
No
No
Obey
Obey the music
Obey the music
Obey the music
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
Break your chains and leave them on the floor
Crack the shackles and check them at the door
Tell your boss to fall back
Your spouse to call back
To shake that ass on the floor
Don't want to f*ck with a master no more
Whip that body like you's a whore
More stress on that dress
And sweat on the chest
Each cheek like a basketball
Tube top slipping, and we hope it fall
You can't go to jail for a nipple no more
Be more free with the girls on the floor
Be more free girl, call one more
New York City educator
Teach you where that goes
Seven figure negro
Good money at my shows
When I give the signal
Leave your clothes
You won't need those underground railroads
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
Obey the music, I abuse it
We both have hips, might as well use it
I see that ass, I wanna fuse it
To my pants like a blueprint
We building up
Are you cool with
DNA on your 2 lips
Smell like tulips
Look like cool whip
Girl, move back
IPhone, 2 flicks
Instragram, private movies
Uncle Sam might just view this
You know, I know, Homeland bootay
Barak Obama I'm still cool with
The rest of the bunch could suck 2 dicks
Drums on the track, Olatunji
Girl you with me?
Are we still moving?
Don't let the chem trails make you act stupid
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
Bend over
Bend over
Bend over now
Your click got some fattys so poke them out
Your body like water up in the drought
You know we go all night getting this out
Slight training day
Bedroom bully now
Make 'em lay on their belly
Crash landing style
Got her hanging from my jacket
From Vinnie style
Girl easy on the gear
I know you're feeling wild
Sweating like you popped a molly
Then ran a mile
Or wore a bubble North Face
In Panama
Point your ass like you just got an enema
Bring your friend 'cause you know that I'm feeling her
No slaves, so nobody's really owning her
So many sins that you should atone for her
Don King shit, you know I go gold for her
You know there's hoes in the house, stop holding her
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
No slaves in here
Obey the music