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letra de dance moves - rio da yung og

[intro]
(flawless victory music)
yeah
this rio, n-gga, da yung og (flawless victory music)
boyz in this b-tch, n-gga

[chorus]
bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance
hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance
you be actin’, you ain’t really ’bout it, you a stuntman
get on the floor, act like you humpin’, do that one dance
ayy, do that one dance
let me see you do that one dance
i got my glock inside the club in case we bump heads
bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance

[verse 1]
get on the floor and hump the ground, do that one dance
a thousand dollars for the jeans, these the one pants
make her bust it open, now she stretch it like the jumpman
you ain’t no boss, you hit the store for ‘woods, you the blunt man
security know what’s up with us when we come in
they don’t check us, we can bring a twelve gauge pump in
i snuck a forty in this b-tch with a drum in it
thirty shots’ll make your car lean like big pun in it
b-tch was in my face, her breath was stinkin’, threw some gum in it
the way she suck d-ck, her mouth only got gums in it
you ain’t got no bread in your pocket, only crumbs in it
f-ck three, that p-ssy was too wet, i bust in one minute
throw some money in the air, that’s a dance move
if you ain’t got nothin’ to throw, just make your hands move
give me a bag, i bet i’ll make the grams move
hit your daddy mama house with k’s, make your grams move

[chorus]
bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance
hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance
you be actin’, you ain’t really ’bout it, you a stuntman
get on the floor, act like you humpin’, do that one dance
ayy, do that one dance
let me see you do that one dance
i got my glock inside the club in case we bump heads
bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance

[interlude]
look, man, get on the ground
hump the floor, act like you f-ckin’ a b-tch
you gotta air-f-ck the b-tch, man, you ain’t doin’ it right
alright, now throw some money in the air, n-gga

[verse 2]
i can’t really dance, so i just throw the money up
one day i hit a n-gga drank, he threw his stomach up
i got a bad b-tch with fake titties and a tummy tuck
he tried to do the pape’ dance and f-cked his money up
godd-mn, it only been three months, i put a hundred up
he tried to race a scatpack and f-cked his cutlass up
is he a dummy or what?
i know a n-gga worth an m that be bummy as f-ck
five grams in a backwood, this b-tch ugly as f-ck
i put on deodorant, but the weed i got musty as f-ck
i don’t care what kind of drank i got, it’s a hundred and up
this a three-five of pink runtz, that’s a hundred a blunt
i’m that same lil’ n-gga from keller, yeah, lumpy son
you swing on me, we beatin’ your ass, ain’t no one-on-ones
my n-gga f-ckin’ with the cards, yeah, the 101s
i’m in here gettin’ teary-eyed ’cause i’m onion cuttin’

[chorus]
bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance
hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance
you be actin’, you ain’t really ’bout it, you a stuntman
get on the floor, act like you humpin’, do that one dance
ayy, do that one dance
let me see you do that one dance
i got my glock inside the club in case we bump heads
bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance

- rio da yung og

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