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letra de jus dance - primosux

[intro:]
dance
gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot-n
just dance
spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot-n
just dance
gonna be okay
da-da-da-dance, dance, dance
just, j-j-ju-

[chorus:]
god d-mn
i got these bands in my pants
ones ain’t [?] come out for low, and they making her dance
all of my [?] the best, they foreign as h-ll, one of my b-tches from france
i just made 10 bands today, we hitting [?] with 4 of her friends
bad b-tch of the 1942, feeling herself, i told her
[post chorus:]
dance
gonna be okay
just look at my pockets all you gon’ see bands, bands
i keep a gl!ck tucked, you run up on me and get blamed, blammed

[verse 1:]
b-tch said she in love with molly, told the b-tch i’m your mans
lil b-tch i be stepping in prada, you will not catch me in vans
i made a hundred k with no deal, b-tch, why would i sign your advance
i just dropped 10 bands on your mans, sh-lls dropping when he out in the [?]
she l!cking the drip of the wock ’cause this sh-t too purple
she loving the way that i talk so i bought her a birkin
i’m in this party of x, i can’t deny that feeling is perfect
no i’m not stopping, i’ll be on this until i’m leaving this earth
b-tch i’m a zombie, bury my ass in an iced out he-rs-
we got the ecstasy in the trenches, she throwing that ass in a circle

[chorus:]
i got these bands in my pants
ones ain’t [?] come out for low, and they making her dance
all of my [?] the best, they foreign as h-ll, one of my b-tches from france
i just made 10 bands today, we hitting [?] with 4 of her friends
bad b-tch of the 1942, feeling herself, i told her dance, dance, dance

[post chorus:]
look at my pockets all you gon’ see bands, bands
i keep a gl!ck tucked, you run up on me and get blammed
stop playing, throw that ass on me b-tch i know you can, can
speed it up, speed it up, speed it up, go
[verse 2:]
i f-ck this b-tch she a hoe
these diamonds they dance on my cartier, this sh-t so froze
b-tch got a bubble b-tt, hitting that b-tch then i alley-oop to my bro
b-tch you sound dumb as f-ck, talking ’bout sh-t you don’t even know
i’m finna turn it up, these b-tches be fiending for lines of the snow
shut the f-ck up, ain’t got no money, no racks in your pocket
turn the f-ck up, cashing out, i ain’t make no deposit
i treat your [?], playing with me you get smacked and we taking your wallet
i dropped the [?], i make sure they straighter than a muh-f-cking pop
i just need cash and drugs, all that sh-t be bringing me power
your b-tch on drugs, she getting nose bleeds from doing that powder
know we stay smoking that sour, b-tches be f-cking for hours
i gotta go pick up a load, before i go, what’d i say

[outro:]
dance
gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot-n
just dance
spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot-n
just daaaaaaaaaaaaaaance
gonna be okay
da-da-da-dance, dance, dance
just, j-j-ju-

- primosux

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