Lyrics:
we both going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not
Senile
And we see the symptoms there in your
When I run up my bands
I wanna do my dance
When I run up my bands
They wanna know what change
When I run up my bands
They wanna talk my slang
When
bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band aid
Grade A, A1,
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds backpack around me
Cosigned by Louis Vuitton
Drip To Elite Ho
She A Bad Little Freak Ho Make This Cash Like A Free Throw
I Get This Bagg Run It Up Cause I’m In A Different Lane
Coped Two
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
(skiddy-kat-kat)
And I made "Man's Not Hot," you know you like that"
She wanted to vibe
Man don't dance
Looked in my eyes
Man don't dance
One, two step
Man
make her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone
Them niggas callin my phone, leave me alone
I'm
last
Put this dick up in her soul
Got her thinking she dead
Now make that ass shake
I wanna know if its real
I put this dick up on her ass
And her let
I did the most for the bands
Niggas can't tell me shit
New ice and it dance
Swimming like Phelps and shit
She wanna fuck on my mans
I might go sell
dance
Look how them diamonds dance
Look how them diamonds dance
Diamonds on me dancing like
A real deal stripper
Bust in her mouth, you a fool if you
live it up, yuh
20 bands
20 bands
20 bands
Bad bitch, money dance
Hating in my comments, actin’ like some fans
And my diamonds Michael Jackson, cause
I opened for blue face
But I aint made shit I aint even got two chainz
Its the genesis of Reem still spitting in garages
Doin random menages then im
I switch my stance
Money in my pants
I make it dance
She wants me to take a chance
She switch her stance
Pulling up her pants
She make it dance
She
Fuck you gonna say
Houses by the bay
No creases on my jays
No creases on my jays
Money make her dance
Money make her dance
Fuck you gonna say
Know your
to work for them bands, see the scars
My weed make you dance with the stars
Supersize my pockets, I'm living large
McQueen skulls on the scarf
My
It’s like a black man heaven here
My nigga 2 Chainz bringing 2
Cups and extendo blunts
It’s all bay when that nigga baby pull up
Pull up in
Baila baila baila, baila baila baila
Dance dance dance, dance dance dance
Baila baila baila, baila baila baila
Verse two, I feel disrupt
By these hoes,
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) the way we livin' today
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) talkin' right now
(2 Chainz!) dreads hang
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) the way we livin' today
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) talkin' right now
(2 Chainz!) dreads hang
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) the way we livin' today
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) talkin' right now
(2 Chainz!) dreads hang
Take your baby by the hand
And make her do a high handstand
And take your baby by the heel
And do the next thing that you feel
We were so in
Take your baby by the hand
And make her do a high handstand
And take your baby by the heel
And do the next thing that you feel
We were so in
Me and my mans
Throwing these bands
Wanna see you dance yeah
Wanna see you dance
You want an advance
See the print through my pants
You saying
And a kick
Jump in The Ring
Pop PoP POP make her lit
If she ain't she fucking she gonna get dropped
I'm still dropping bands on these birkin bags
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