letra de #dancelmaosmfd - jxsephjxseph
[bridge]
dance, dance, dance, b-tch, dance, dance, dance, b-tch, dance, dance, dance, b-tch, dance, dance, dance, b-tch
[chorus]
i just put a 50 in the bag, i still need to jump a f-cking track
wonder when i’ll jump the f-cking net, that’ll be my motherf-cking death
i won’t let you take the f-cking step, better prep the leap of faith, b-tch
poured a 5th of henny in a cup, i’ll be drinking till i black out, lil b-tch
[verse 1]
toughen up or walk the f-cking plank, better keep ours names up out your mouth
cut you up and slit your f-cking neck, make that sh-t look suicidal, test
b-tch, i’m really feeling like the best
eat the other rappers just for lunch, better get the f-ck up off my d-ck
before i really throw you like a punch, b-st-rds
looking like casper, really a rapper
i’m better than half of these rappers that flapping they yappers (dance, dance, dance, dance)
[chorus]
i just put a 50 in the bag, i still need to jump a f-cking track
wonder when i’ll jump the f-cking net, that’ll be my motherf-cking death
i won’t let you take the f-cking step, better prep the leap of faith, b-tch
poured a 5th of henny in a cup, i’ll be drinking till i black out, lil b-tch
(verse 2)
rapping, i be steady tapping
these pedophile rappers, already be capping
i’m saying this sh-t, and i mean it
the f-gs need to die, and i’d say until my dead
i’d drop these lil b-tches, rappers be hitting my lines
i be kicking these hoes, just like dropshot
my b-tch giving top slop, i might hit that motherf-cker back
(verse 3)
k!lling these b-tches with mac-10s, fell in the deep end
you falling off with yo sh-t, b-tch!
end your career with them ‘gations, you better keep back my peers, don’t come around here with that bullsh-t
i’ll spin you, exclusive
hit, reclusive
i’m giving disclosure, don’t come around me with that petty sh-t
i’ll throw all that copper, i ain’t talking no pennies, lil b-tch
you a lil p-ssy, 9-live motherf-cka steady talking that sh-t
hit a motherf-cka wit a switch
b-tch, snakes always rocking a fit that be turning us on
bread hit my bank 7 days of the week, we dying for someone that don’t give a f-ck about us, pop you just like a p-ss, b-tch
[chorus]
i just put a 50 in the bag, i still need to jump a f-cking track
wonder when i’ll jump the f-cking net, that’ll be my motherf-cking death
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