Lyrics:
the Dancer
I’ll put a hoe on a hoe like I’m Santa
Bro moving slow he got 4 in a Fanta
That bitch that you loving I’m fuckin on camera
Pussy don’t like it
up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you
Bitch it's Mr. Put your hands up
And I got my niggas with me
Hold your ass for ransom
And you Mr. Get your bands up
Your bitch getting jiggy with me
her ass a fairy tale
I hope that you got a pipe, run up on me, then it's hell
Run up on me, cut your body up it's in the fucking mail
You know I could
sit on the floor
I know you say ima bitch you gon have to show me hoe
You gon hoe me gotta show me can't let them catch me by my lonely
Put that arm
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coughing and wheezing
So I tried it anyway and the place went up in flames
How was I suppose to know you could catch fire to the snow
Oh lord way to go mr
[Chorus]
Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
piece niggaz know my chain
Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
You could get a lil' pussy nigga hold my name
Ross yeah I go a long way
Well
You know I’m rollin
Blowin potent
In the open
Hoe you know I’m totin
Get hit wit dis hadouken
Let’s get dis shit in motion
I could put yo bitch in
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
bitch)
And you know she love the cream, put on her face and that bitch is a sea man
Know I give hell in that pussy, lil' mama caught, so I'm ballin' in
(Woah, lil hoe)
Blazin' like Satan (I bank them four)
Bitch, what is you sayin'?
ATM dispensing cash That's what
That bitch sayin' look at me money
Look
'em (straight up)
Nigga pick a side or you gon' die in the middle (lil' bitch)
Dreamchasers shoot 'em with the .38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped
Roll me a blunt up
From sundown to sun up
I'm countin these hunnas
I'm feelin like gunna
Cuz I keep a lil baby
Can't let these hoe try play me
Can't
everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean
slick
But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get
So now move bitch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin'
Out the GSG
With a Jordan symboll
I go by youngboy I know you heard of me
This for them bitch ass lil
Boy who wanna murder me
I got a answer for you
could love like you, lil' baby You could put your trust in me
But she ain't trustin' me, lil' baby I ain't lovin' on no hoe
That fuck my brother, is you
already did nigga
Pockets big as fuck but you could see my ribs nigga
KD build but it's liked by yo bitch nigga
Ain't no thot I'm with the same girl ain't
got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go
'm dropping and I'm splashing but my ice Froze I ain't cappn Bitch
Why you creeping on the low lil Bitch
Trynna fuck the gang better slow Down by
Grown nigga,
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
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