letra de don't wanna dance - ppg casper
[chorus: ppg casper]
b-tch, i’m on drugs, i don’t wanna dance
i just copped designer pants
i know how you feel, it’s how i feel, you know i understand
really, i can’t f-ck with you, i guess i’m just not a fan
had to get it from the dirt, bl–dy nose and bl–dy bangs
b-tch, i’m counting cash right now
she give me her cat and i get right out
broke her back, i ain’t tryna touch spine her now
come over to your crib, now i made it my house
[verse 1: ppg casper & pasto flocco]
get hit, ’cause you walk with a gun now
troublemaker he don’t walk when the sun out
[?] sold out
think about cash, all the way ’til the sun down
neck tats, she wanna f-ck
hit on my phone and she giving it up
she be f-ckin’ with the whole gang
and the whole gang we be messing it up
she my trap queen, bando
handle, what’s your handle?
take you [?], dismantle, dismantle, dismantle
i’m gettin’ bands, get this sh-t on a rack
boy, don’t let the clout get to your head
ar-15 and that’s it, you dead
you sippin’ on purple, you sippin’ on meds
yeah-eah-eah, i’m depressed now
yeah-eah-eah, that’s a touchdown
[chorus: ppg casper]
b-tch, i’m on drugs, i don’t wanna dance
i just copped designer pants
i know how you feel, it’s how i feel, you know i understand
really, i can’t f-ck with you, i guess i’m just not a fan
had to get it from the dirt, bl–dy nose and bl–dy bangs
b-tch, i’m counting cash right now
she give me her cat and i get right out
broke her back, i ain’t tryna touch spine her now
come over to your crib, now i made it my house
[verse 2: pasto flocco]
got a whole lot of emotion, her throat don’t have no [?]
plotting like a praying mantis, yeah, i’m not a lotus
yeah, i had to control all my feelings, yeah, i had to control it
now it’s going to my head, yeah, it’s stacking, yeah, it’s bloated
one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten
i cannot f-ck with you n-ggas, you n-ggas be worrying about all the nonsense
i don’t got no time to stall, let’s get it on and poppin’
now i feel sorry for all the b-tches that used to be floppin’
she don’ worry about n0body, and i been holding on
hey, i don’t trust n0body, yeah, [?], yeah-yeah, yeah
[chorus: ppg casper]
b-tch, i’m on drugs, i don’t wanna dance
i just copped designer pants
i know how you feel, it’s how i feel, you know i understand
really, i can’t f-ck with you, i guess i’m just not a fan
had to get it from the dirt, bl–dy nose and bl–dy bangs
b-tch, i’m counting cash right now
she give me her cat and i get right out
broke her back, i ain’t tryna touch spine her now
come over to your crib, now i made it my house
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