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letra de dance with the flames - bappy

[intro: fivefingersnoah]
you already know where the f-ck we at
dj f-ckin’ fivefingersnoah in the booth, b-tch
real ksc sh-t, we mobbin’ out
2025, tune the f-ck into 4now, b-tch

[verse 1]
lights on, mic on
shoot down anybody got my sights on
they ain’t f-ckin’ with my sh-t, they ain’t listen
i’ma bite their ears off, mike tyson
flex up, bless up
hit a l!ck today, i ain’t stressin’
spent a band on new shades, i can’t see the sun now
i’ma do these b-tches dirty, they gon’ say i’m dumb foul
it’s showtime, so rock out
can’t stop me, can’t get shot down
lil bap winnin’, got racks now
and i only go up, can’t max out
this some new, this a new sound
like joe cool, i’m above the pound
if you ain’t a day one, shut your f-ckin’ mouth
get thе f-ck out the function, go back to your house
yeah, a young lеgend tryna have fun with it
and a young legend ’bout to run up them digits
i’m not one to f-ck with, boy i got them switches
feel like gucci mane, n0body f-ck with my kitchen
yeah, a young legend tryna have fun with it
and a young legend ’bout to run up them digits
i’m not one to f-ck with, boy i got them switches
feel like gucci mane, n0body f-ck with my kitchen
i got early nudy flow, b-tch you better learn
i got money on the floor, look at what i earn
they gon’ put me on death row, rap so hard, i hurt
i ain’t ever stop ’til i’m six feet in the dirt
i got early nudy flow, b-tch you better learn
i got money on the floor, look at what i earn
they gon’ put me on death row, rap so hard, i hurt
i ain’t ever stop ’til i’m six feet in the dirt
[chorus]
i wish a f-cker would try me
ain’t no vamp sh-t, but y’all bitin’
we makin’ waves and y’all ridin’
next year we sellin’ out shows, how enticing
365 days, b-tch i been in my bag
walk in the spot with a mexican flag
i dance with the flames ’cause i love goin’ mad
i dance with the flames ’cause i love goin’ mad

[verse 2]
godd-mn, feel way too lit, these speakers set on fire
soul is burnin’, heart is racin’, b-tch i’m anything but tired
why the f-ck you still rappin’ on jerk beats? man that sh-t two years expired
learn to be yourself, god made us different, so go ‘head, inspire
godd-mn, feel way too lit, these speakers set on fire
soul is burnin’, heart is racin’, b-tch i’m anything but tired
why the f-ck you still rappin’ on jerk beats? man that sh-t two years expired
learn to be yourself, god made us different, so go ‘head, inspire

[bridge: fivefingersnoah]
you thought this sh-t was over?
this sh-t ain’t ever over
4now, tune the f-ck in (ksc)
[?], we gon’ do this sh-t
we gon’ do this sh-t
[verse 3]
i been on top of the world, these b-tches been tryna come reach me (tryna come reach me)
i’ma pull up in a phantom, i did this sh-t just like weezy (sh-t just like weezy)
i could come f-ck on your ho, and you would do nothin’, too easy (sh-t too easy, yeah)
i could come empty your pockets, knock that boy out, that’s a freebie (boom)
i been sittin’ on all of these songs, they callin’ me rick ross
yeah, my pockets fat, just like rick ross
i don’t condone rape, we gotta k!ll rick ross
i still get gay money, i’ma big boss
you got no methods, you got no sauce
you ain’t f-ck with me then, that’s your loss
you ain’t f-ck with me then, that’s your loss
i ain’t been givin’ no f-cks, my mind set on murder, a hand on my gun
yeah, if i see ’em around, you know i’ma tell ’em wassup
if he wanna have a problem, ay, know i’ma tell ’em wassup
this draco gon’ sing for me, you know it’s gon’ tell ’em wassup
i ain’t been givin’ no f-cks, my mind set on murder, a hand on my gun
yeah, if i see ’em around, you know i’ma tell ’em wassup
if he wanna have a problem, ay, know i’ma tell ’em wassup
this draco gon’ sing for me, you know it’s gon’ tell ’em wassup

[outro]
f-ck all these haters, man
we been dancin’ with the fire
i been sayin’ since a [?], this a goat b-tch
this a goat, we not done
4now, we ain’t never done
4now

- bappy

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