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letra de dance money - cole myer

dance money, dance
dance money, dance money, dance
dance money, dance
dance money, dance money, dance

i ain’t talkin’ sh-t when i pull up in a benz
you was still talkin’ sh-t when you pulled up with your friends
i don’t think we gon’ make it that far in the end
so we should just run it back to where we began
i think i’m the goat because i’m always here to win
yung grady is the goat and yes, he is my evil twin
she knockin’ on my door and no, i cannot let her in
thе b-tch be like a zombie causе she underneath the skin
i don’t wanna take a perc, i take a vicodin
lil mop the goat and you know he poppin’ in (hey p-ssy)
if i see you b-tch, then i am gonna pipe again
your b-tch took off her makeup and i gotta take a cleanse

how they got me feelin’ like doja cat in this mothaf-cka
d-mn girl, prrr to me, i think i really love her
but i’m not the man that was meant to love her
go get a b-tch and yung grady want your mother
i don’t even love her, but i really wanna f-ck her
i pull up on that b-tch and she be drippin’ like a puddle
marnie carlo, get a hat, do the cha-cha
slide, you gon’ pull up on me, you gon’ die
d-mn, feelin’ like a bird, i’m so fly
you can tell me i’m the man, but i know i’m that guy
all these b-tches know it’s being bis-xual and lie
d-mn, she eat the p-ssy? i don’t even eat the p-ssy
i just pull up to these b-tches, kiss ’em and they mushy-mushy
d-mn, she wanna f-ck me so bad, pushy-pushy
if she wanna f-ck me, she can suck me, then she gooshie, gooshie
let us hit a two-man drake josh
third on myself like chris bosch
spin your block twice, finna get squashed
sippin’ on wock, can’t backwash
countin’ these bands, my money get longer
flexin’ my bands, my money get stronger
measure my bands, my money get taller
i need me some bands that finna dance

dance money, dance
dance money, dance money, dance (let’s dance)
dance money, dance
dance money, dance money, dance

we can go to france, yes i made us dinner plans
and she really wanna f-ck until her dance, dance, dance
i’ma f-ck a famous stripper, give her bands, bands, bands
do a money dance, got her takin’ off her pants
do the money dance, got me payin’ off her grant
do the money dance, got me goin’ green, not plants
do the money dance, i buy her implants
do the money dance, fly her out to france
it’s the mopidays, i give out big bags
in the holidays, my sticks come with mags
i’m an assh0l-, i give off red flags
light em up like his nose need a wet rag

- cole myer

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