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letra de i don't dance! - nascar aloe

[intro]
there’s only one race, the human race
what about nascar?
haha, show yo’ t-tties, b-tch (p-ssy boy, you heard)
what, you thought i was gon’ dance?
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
haha
ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh

[chorus]
b-tch, i don’t dance (i don’t f-ckin’ dance, i don’t f-ckin’ dance)
b-tch, i don’t dance (i don’t f-ckin’ dance, i don’t f-ckin’ dance)
b-tch, i don’t dance (i don’t f-ckin’ dance, i don’t f-ckin’ dance)
b-tch, i don’t dance (i don’t f-ckin’ dance, ayy, b-tch)

[verse]
i don’t rock no d-ckies, b-tch, i rather rock ricks (ricks)
i will chase a chump down and he get popped with chopsticks (grra, grra)
ayy, i look up at the sky and it’s dark than a b-tch (dark)
’cause i slide in the night if they wanna talk sh-t, b-tch
ayy, these p-ssy boys dancing, just like they was at prom (haha)
i was raised by my dad, b-tch, i barely see my mom (yeah, yeah)
and you know i keep a bad b-tch, my head in her thong
boy, you out here smokin’ average, i’m smokin’ on that strong (b-tch)
cage me, free me, release me (yeah)
when i’m in the mosh, beat him down till he bleeding (yeah)
b-tch, i’ll take your spot, cut you off, i’m deleting
ain’t no f-ckin’ goth, i’m a god, i’m the deity (ayy)
i don’t f-ckin’ dance, ho, i like to fist fight
gucci bag from j-pan and it’s filled with zip ties
get as far as you can when it hit midnight
i ain’t no regular man, b-tch, i’m exorcist-like, yeah

- nascar aloe

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