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again (oh) D-D-D-D-D-dance, I'm gonna dance, bruh D-D-D-D-D-dance, I'm gonna dance I want my life to be a Whitney Houston song (I wanna dance) I
D-d-d-dang girl! (Dang!) Dang girl! I’m all about you. You bang girl. I’m all about (dang) Dang girl, you bang girl. Dang girl, you bang girl. Dang
the damn thing I'll send a man in Bada boom Bada Bing D D D Do the damn thing d d do the damn thing D D D Do the damn thing d d do the damn thing D D D
and make it quicker D D D D D D D D D D D D Dddddddd D D D D D D D D D D D D Dddddddd If I use a spade to make a home it will take a million years to that
at me I'm a Dreamer Queen D d d d d dreamer D d d d d diva D d d d d dreamer queen Makeup on my eyes Colors on my skin I'll be your fantasy I'm a Dreamer
D W E S S Y They call me Roboche D'wessy Roboche D'wessy They call me Roboche D'wessy Roboche D'wessy D'wessy D'wessy D'wessy D'wessy Ahh D
Know I think you're awesome, right? Our rules, our dreams, we're blind Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite Our friends, our drinks, we get
(Done, done, done, done, d- d- Done, done, done, done, d- d- Done, done, done, done, d- d- Done, done, done, done, d- d- Done, done, done, done, d
gonna do it Do it right D-D-D-D-Do it D-D-D-D-Do it right So shape it up If you’re gonna do it Do it right D-D-D-D-Do it D-D-D-D-Do it right I’m givin
gonna do it Do it right D-D-D-D-Do it D-D-D-D-Do it right So shape it up If you’re gonna do it Do it right D-D-D-D-Do it D-D-D-D-Do it right I’m givin
you high Drugs drugs d-d-d-drugs drugs Drugs don't lie they get you high Drugs drugs d-d-d-drugs drugs Drugs don't lie they get you high Drugs drugs
I think I'm addicted to the way That booty Moving and Moving and Moving Can't stop looking at that thing D-Dang D-Dang D-Dang D-Dang D-Dang D
Dance C'mon c'mon Dance D d d.. dance नि गोरी तेरा ठुमका बड़ा किकी किकी टाइप दा नि गोरी तेरा झुमका बड़ा फंकी फंकी टाइप दा कतीली तेरी अँखियाँ जैसे
Dance C'mon c'mon Dance D d d.. dance नि गोरी तेरा ठुमका बड़ा किकी किकी type दा नि गोरी तेरा झुमका बड़ा फंकी फंकी type दा कतीली तेरी अँखियाँ जैसे
the deal Everything this year is getting killed Thrash up that ass like a 6 string Especially if I see her in a g string I go dum dum dum d-d-d-d-d-d-d- dum
a d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d DJ At DJ World, DJ World, get that shakin' for your heart When a girl sees you, and that broke your heart When a girl tell you the truth, but it
And they keep going to voicemail Mama thinks my phone died I'm like, nah, that thing on D&D, ayy Do not disturb my peace I live on D&D I breathe that D&D I
Rockets on my wrist Yeah Uh D Roids Oh no Y'all clanking? Uh, what? Oo, D Roids, what? Uh, D Roids, what? Oo Uh huh D Roids 100 on my wrist,
a goner D-d-d-damn Let me go get at you friend Two bad bitches, they looking like twins Night time hours, this shit for the sins D-d-d-damn Never going
She'd, she'd, she'd rather be with the DJ, D'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd DJ. D'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd DJ I met this little girly, I took her
Ik heb zin in de zomer man Ik heb ook zin in de zomer man (vitamine D D D D D D D D) Is het al zomer man Want ik heb zin in de zomer man Ik heb zin
Down, down down, d-down D-d-down, do-do-do-down D-d-down, do-do-do-down D-d-down, do-do-do-down D-d-down, do-do-do-down D-d-down, do-do-do-down
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! D-D-D-Dead and buried What was created, went on before Burn your art out like some cheap old whore You're all old and boring
dick How big is your dick How big is your dick How big is your dick How big is your dick Dick, dick, dick, dick D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d How big is your dick
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