Lyrics:
floor
Don't look now, there's a donkey on the dance floor
Who do you want to be when you grow up
The star of the show, or just the guy who shows up?
around, spin around like a dreidel
She wanna have my baby so I pour it by the cradle
Pour it by the cradle
Eyes wide while I lag when I'm off a tab
Blowing
no one, that’s not safe
That’s peak innit, man‘ve got Gucci wallets but ain’t got no Ps in it
I know a couple bruddas are gonna be hurt when they hear
the flow's that fucked, fam
I'm like laters
Yeah, yeah, let me spark this loud
Take two draws and I pass it around
When I touch mic in a dance
Security's
Wait till he get gets a deal girl, wait till the tour
So they dance to attract me, advance and attack me
To the point that Drake compare me to Anthony
bluffin
Mindstate is the key figure it out then U start stuntin
Show em that you ain’t playin around that’s when they start the lovin
Jumpin need no jumpman
the Shank no Peter
I do my dance Selena
I don't really care who sees us
So I say I'm dying daily but I'm not a cadaver
They only give it to you free when you
Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance
Backspin,
back to back and if we miss we just gonna spin again
Boxing nigga in real life no need to park that whip
Bushi nigga stop coming around cause he know he
Bitch I stay fly, this was all by design
You cannot hang around if you ain't wit it
The money keep piling, the clips get extended
We learned from puff it
Bitch I stay fly, this was all by design
You cannot hang around if you ain't wit it
The money keep piling, the clips get extended
We learned from puff it
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good look around
can
You way to hot and I'm the fire lieutenant
A ceiling fan, her hips go round like they going around a mountain and she killing that shit
Fast just
shut up, then that's final
One day spin this on a vinyl
Break yo' dreams like yo' spinal
Tap dance on yo' grave like Spinel
PK Fire on you fools, raisin'
J.J. Fad, yeah, they're the most (word)
It's a wack it
Now just jump up and down, spin your head from left to right (don't break it)
Then just move
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
party trick
No hands do it with no pants
Gangsters in the plek but you know they don’t dance
I just keep them around so you know we be hard
All arms we
Neptunes, oh, no
When I pull the four-four
Look at the hole that you fell in
I got to spin around to keep the shells in
I ma blast to keep the smell in
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
out by Pinot gresheeo
You had weed wit seeds
My shit medicinal I'll give you some
Slide thru
Spin da bin
I know all yo friends
They know all my friends
I'll roll up 'round you niggas
And won't pass it around
And if a nigga got a problem, bitch
I got the four pound
38 put eight bullets in and spin it
Downtown's been caught by the hysteria
People scream and shout
A generation's on the move
When disco spreads like bacteria
These lonely days are
to the point
Whereby they might more
Fully enjoy the ambiance of Miami By Night)
Where ya from? Ah, the bus
Which one? You know the last tour
You know leather
know it's real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, but I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be
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