作词 : nathan scott fuller
作曲 : nathan scott fuller
The world is yours
Let's go
****ed dance and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big I could roll your a*s up
So drop it I got my bags up
I got big bands you need your racks up
So do it go stupid
A*s on fat but the waist on movin'
Got three racks just spent on shoes
And what you want b***h I ain't no cupid ayy ayy
****ed dance
Her face is a eight but her a*s ten
He wants a picture but he told his girl to ask me
Leather pants got me feeling like a bad b***h
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 twelve 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 mixed like dalmatian
My momma said I spend way too much on me
Oh my God
Fifteen niggas in the crib
So I really can't tell nobody
I've been on the road I don't smoke
I don't give a **** 'bout broke
Make her bow down like Bob Marley
Yeah I've been doin' shows
If he keeps on asking for a feature
I'ma keep on saying hm probably
B*****s we on go we ain't pullin' up to no function
But this song got hoes dancin'
At the party party party
****ed dance and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big I could roll your a*s up
So drop it I got my bags up
I got big bands you need your racks up
So do it go stupid
A*s on fat but the waist on movin'
Got three racks just spent on shoes
And what you want b***h I ain't no cupid ayy ayy
****ed 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 ridin' with a low fade
2016 I was rockin' hella no things
If she don't give me face in the back of the vehicle
I'ma take the commas boy you can keep the decimals
Makin' niggas scream I be addin' up the decibels
Let me see you dance stretch it out miss incredible
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 not 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 d**k
I'm so sorry but I'm so high I must admit
Tell me your name one more time I won't forget au
****ed dance and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big I could roll your a*s up
So drop it I got my bags up
I got big bands you need your racks up
So do it go stupid
A*s on fat but the waist on movin'
Got three racks just spent on shoes
And what you want b***h I ain't no cupid ayy ayy
****ed dance and throw that ass up
Blunt's so big I could roll your a*s up
So drop it I got my bags up
I got big bands you need your racks up
So do it go stupid
A*s on fat but the waist on movin'
Got three racks just spent on shoes
And what you want b***h I ain't no cupid
****ed dance ****ed dance