DANCE! (feat. Ciscaux & Wassup Rocker)

The world is yours Let's go Bitch, dance, and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass So, drop it, I got my bags I got big bands, you need your racks So, do it, go stupid Ass on fat but her waist on movin' Got three racks, just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay) Bitch, dance Her face is a eight, but her ass ten He wants a picture, but he told his girl to ask me Leather pants got me feeling like a bad bitch I'm still the same, rockin' since back then Still on the same drugs but way more Beat up Vans, I got taste still My new crib is somewhere where it's sunny out But I spent 12 bands on this rain coat Always off of it, forever lockin' in I'm going hard again, your boyfriend clockin' in Black and white chick, mix likе Dalmatian My momma said I spend way too much on me Oh my God 15 bitches in thе crib So I really can't tell nobody I've been on the road, I don't smoke I don't motherfuckin' broke Bring it back down like Bob Marley Yeah, I've been doin' shows If he keeps on asking for a feature I'ma keep on saying, "Mm, prolly" Bitch, we on go, we ain't pullin' up to no function But this song got hoes dancin' at the party (party, party) Bitch, dance, and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass So, drop it, I got my bags up, up I got big bands, you need your racks up So, do it, go stupid Ass on fat but her waist on movin' Got three racks, just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay) Bitch, dance Blunt filled with OJ Coke in the nose ring She said she in love, yeah, but I'ma tell her, "No way" 2016, I was riding with a low fade 2016, I was rockin' hella no face If she don't give me face in the back of the vehicle I'ma take the commas, boy, you can keep the decimals Naked bitches scream, I be adding up the decibels Let me see you dance, shush it out, Miss Incredible (baby) What's your name? I didn't catch it Oh, you from Brooklyn? Like the magic? Oh, your friends said that I'm active? Baby, I don't know Jack like cactus Sippin' cacti on the White Claw She my angel in that white cloth Sniffin' white lines, then I mile off Tell 'em white lies, just from my car I said I think that I'm on some shit Let me see you go left, right, up, down on my dick I'm so sorry, but, I'm so high, I must admit Tell me your name one more time, I won't forget Bitch, dance, and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass So, drop it, I got my bags up I got big bands, you need your racks up So, do it, go stupid Ass on fat but her waist on movin' Got three racks, just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay) Bitch dance, and throw that ass up Blunt's so big, I could roll your ass So drop it, I got my bags up I got big bands, you need your racks up So do it, go stupid Ass on fat but her waist on movin' Got three racks just spent on shoes And whatchu want? Bitch I ain't no cupid Bitch dance (bitch dance)