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to the floor, Put my y's to the sky
If you diss on my name, Swear to God you gotta die
Hit his ass two times, Gotta nigga like 'Why?
He got caught in that jam,

chat
Bad lil' bitch yeah her shit fat
I spot a opp, I'm on that, Hit his brain get left on the floor mat
Big body, this shit is a hellcat, you ain't

foot on the gas and i floor it
I get the bag on the run and I store it
I see my ex calling and I ignore it
I get the bag on the run and I store it 
I see

(I got a voice)
(But I’m pushing for more)
(I’m on my grind)
(Got ten toes to the floor)
(I do this music)
(Not in for show)
(I got the spark)
(Now

and watch you fall
Been all over the place with the thoughts I draw
Traumatized with the things I saw
Nobody cares whether you like it or not
Always by

playing by your game
Wake up in the morning, I'm decadent
Walking down the street, I'm decadent
Crawling on the floor, I'm decadent
Wake up in the morning,

(Get on the floor)
I know that you owe me nigga, what you thought that I forgot? (Didn’t)
Don’t ask for pictures thats the shit that gets you (Locked up)

hit the floor, act a fool

Boy, you on the floor now let the music take your soul
Boy, you on the floor now maybe you should just let go

CHORUS
Go! Go!

'till the morning 
Show them just what we owning 
Break-neck speed
We punch through your floor and 
Fuck your shit up, we going in
This that good shit
You

You come into the room like a love bomb
You pull the pin and roll it in, like hit and run
You can't be held accountable for everyone
But your breakin

the club
Just getting my shine on ladies get your freak on with the boogie man
Move move out my way let me hit the dance floor bout to cut rug where the spot

smell, pretty face, sundress.
She feel the bass, hit the dance floor...
Drop that ass.
And she moving too fast, 
percs in my brain, i don’t get no rest.

Ooh...
I don't wanna pop-u-ride
I do want your glama
All I want is hit the floor
By the weepy balets
That's the point to gimmie five
What U wanna

coming through the floor
Ma ain’t raise no lil bitch o ma ain’t never raised a whore
If there’s a will there’s a way I know you head this shit before
They

the line
I’m buying drinks by the twos
Two for me and none for you
Just double fisting in the VIP
And to my surprise what do I see
A shawty on the dancefloor

trunk
Can you clean it, I feel so stuck
Like I've been hit by a truck
I know you're disappointed now
But this drink is too good for me to just go astray

never cared it's like uh
Uh, just bounce with me
Come take a ride, that's two fifty
The dirty seats and the hustle man selling loose squares and the floor

She’s like a bomb
about to tick for the last tock 
Tick tock 
Tick tock

Her feet, they know the way

Step by step 
going lower in my transe 
smoke

Intro
Woke up hangover.....

Verse 1.
Woke up hangover from the drinks last night
Hit the shower roll some blunts cause I'm tryna catch a flight
Had

had me chasing dreams
Surrounded by the cream
And all material things

I had to shift the paradigm

I manifesting things
I manifested these
Commanding

of em shady but she call em friend
The other one
I think she strip
She just got a Benz

Wait a minute
Refill my cup
She goin in
On the couch
On the floor

Yea, uh, so much signs to me that you done been around before
My brothers ain't gone love you baby, you been on the floor
Knocking down your shots, I

to the floor
She Ripped ripped she ripped all my clothes off
She likes it hard n not soft
That Christian Dior
That Christian Dior
Switched my flow Fucked that

to the door
Let it go
Tear it up
I'm a bring it to the floor
One, two that's that boom bap
Give it all back
I'm a slide
She go'n' slide
I'm a give her head taps