Lyrics

She gettin' mad, I do my dance She gettin' mad, I do my dance She gettin' mad, I do my dance She gettin' mad, I do my dance (ah) She gettin' (ah) mad (ah), I do my (ah) dance (ah) She getting (yeah) mad (yeah), I do my (yeah) Why you yellin' when I'm right here? (Yeah) Fillet of coochie got a nice sear (ss) Sheep talk need a sharp shear (sh) Now she drive stick 'cause I grind gears (er) We had some coitus, I sound like a tortoise She not disappointed, gave me rigor mortise I kiss on her tits, when I pull up like Potus I don't have a deal, then how'd I afford it (yeah) Re-red bottoms on my baby, she build like Clifford (werr) Barking at me 'cause I clean all the dishes (woof) I've bags under eyes, you can see that I'm different She live in the past, sorta feeling like Tenet Sam-I-am, eating green eggs and yams Do you know me? I don't know who I am Little engine, and I think that I can, bitch She gettin' mad, I do my dance She gettin' mad, I do my dance She gettin' mad, I do my dance She gettin' mad, I do my dance (ah) She gettin' (ah) mad (ah), I do my (ah) dance (ah) She gettin' (yeah) mad (yeah), I do my (yeah)
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