Shimmy shimmy cocoa puffs
Spicing up your life
I can shake it to the left
I can slide to the right
Inches to your ankles
Glitter gloss on your lips
I can touch it move it babe
Shake my hips when I dip
Mix it up and shake it up
and throw it in a pot
Salt and pepper, lemon, lime
I can mix it 'til it's hot
Bang bang choo choo train
Soul in the caboose
Take you all around town
I can get you good n' loose
Down down baby
I'm skippin' down your block
Icee pops in the summer
Double dutch and hop scotch
My name is Brooklyn
Born in '91
Bringing levels to your game
Groovin' with ya just for fun
About the Creator
V. Florrié
Half angel, half flower.
Writing things down.
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