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Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases I left a life behind Chasing dollar signs Save the pokerface Save the white lines I just want to dance Not around the mind 'Round the folks that just sniffed the whitest lines Golly, y'all did coke and molly? No wonder they just sent lil' bro to the lobby Y'all fucked up? That's fucked up Like when I came with girls from the show And they both forgot me But when the DJ play this song Memories racing on Niggas faker than Any day is long I don't fake for shit But I'll play along Let her grind a bit Keep it skating on I might play with her feelings to the morn' The heads gon hand to the ceiling to the morn' My hands on her waist She gon' feel it in the morn' A handle, a case Need to feel a little more Fuck Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Yeah, yeah, yeah Run away 'bout a hundred miles a minute Pump the brakes I think the dance floor breaking Looking at me when they saying "Who did it?" Off Dulce, feeling loose Ay, I'm tweaking Off mine, off rip, get a grip Yeah I drive the hoes mad like I'm working for Lyft I'm 'bout to pull up to the party in a all black fit Two shots in and I'm starting to slip It's so crazy How they always wanna play me Now baby Can you please just pay me Maybe Only thing I hear lately Is loud shit with the bounce going insane We Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Shoulda came in earlier they didn't believe in it Music is my garden I planted my whole seed in it Leave haters diminished Eat capers and spinach You still arguing over whether girls should leave they weave in It's a cold world Feel like I smoked pot with robots Ain't leaving evidence Code micro intelligence Don't need a scapegoat where I go Furthermore meet me at the show Hello? Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Fuck last call We gon' dance 'til the weekend Once that ball get to dancing I keep it Spinning like the DJ been with my releases Mans tweaking Dance floor creaking Oh my god there you are Hey, you having fun? No What's wrong? Kyle is fucking white girl wasted and he's throwing up everywhere Aw fuck I know, right?
Writer(s): Ser Kokayi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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