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and dance, till the tune is of a demonstration//
Wait with bated breath, then the shit broke public
That that girl Breonna Taylor still ain't get no justice

be tryna steal my moves
No I do not dance but if I'm lit then I might groove
I'm always by myself I ain't come here with no crew
Only one I see is me I

(tweak, tweak, tweak)
I can't dance but my pistol can, I ain't got no groove (oh really?)
Slap a hundred in her face, damn, these bitches think I'm rude

crowds
Loop round cause they feeling me now, a big smile with a "Fuck you" to the enemies out
Know it hurt but no killing me now (pussy ass bitch, damn)

I'm inside
Do yo dance get high, I ain't gone lie, you just ain't gone survive
Cuz I ain't staying here going to the top nigga with a big car
Big Rolls

bothered by misunderstandings
Of those who carry their ignorance on their faces
I only hope to leave no trace
Except my word my bond with the spirit world

I'll be gentle with your heart

I don't have a fancy car to show you off in
I don't travel much, no, not very often
You're a star on the screen, in your

Not Spending nigga
Do ya stocks hit?
Tryna fill a nigga shoes
But do ya socks fit?
Hammer with the dance moves
You should watch this
Hammer with

should
Regular shoes on my foot
Say my name now like what what
What huh who huh
Hercules gas what the fuck
Huuuuhh huhhh
Deliver that shit no Matt Ryan

chillin', baby join in
Catch my eyes, then you're mine
Come and dance for the one time
See the sunshine sparkle in your brown eyes
All on you, no Tupac Shakur

and the dirt's too soft
And the kids dance around in the street and get their shoes washed
The dog is scared, and under the table
And outside tons of different

a'blazing, singing right on time, she kicked'er shoes off to dance, I'm going outa my mind

CHORUS:  (These chorus lyrics are actually for after verse two,

breath in 
just like goddamn!

I feel resurrected 
yeah
put on your Sunday shoes
(Boot scoot!)
you ain't ever seen me move these kicks
no honey no
not like

you murdered us in the most savage ways
No more making brown shoes from black skin to get paid
Don't you know the
Devil has no chance to win
I'll burn

Ima spit polish up my saddle shoes, work some brylcreem in my hair	(V1)
Pull up my 501’S (blue jeans) & head right outta here
Gonna grab my gal by

Street Soldier

Paris

Unleashed

1998

and straight bumpin'
I knew you was a bitch from the first take
No eye contact with the handshake
Couldn't relates to where I'm comin' from, when I came

Oh, pshaw, tap dancing is fun Ren
Why don't you join me?
Oh no, I'm no idiot

Oh, come on, no one will ever see you
No way
Just put on these shoes

in a minivan
H-H-Hit him with these bullets while he running, hit the griddy dance
He mad that i'm still living man
1v3, I'll kill your friends
We play

settle down on my treasure island with no more shoes
I want to run over the rainbow, naked with my pillow
I Want to be a lazy king, I want to spend my life

night I just brought you closer, said you kissed right
I don't wanna lie, no I don't wanna see you cry
Everything is fine, when you're only by my side

Trap jumping I just got in my bag
They say that I'm rich but I came from them rags
Get off my clit lil boy why you mad
New whip riding round with no

killin'em wise breaking their skills 
Taking their lives for no price
Chop - Chop - Chop - Chop
I cut your flow and feed it to the dog
Bitches are breaking

I Milly rock around the block
Turn up the bass,  grab the aux
Do that dance up on my
Don't fuck with my vision
Question yours
Look at my mind
I can

money in my hands, looking like I'm filthy rich
I ain't worried bout the streams, I ain't fucking with no Twitch
Unless you're talking about my neck, but