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letra de hit yo dance - rubi rose

[intro]
og parker
hitmaka

[pre-chorus]
i wonder if them hoes ready
i wonder if them hoes ready
b-tch, that beat come in so hard and so nasty

[chorus: yella beezy]
two rollies on the wrist, i’m like “b-tch, hit yo’ dance”
stop starin’ at my time-piece
two hoes on the drip, i’m like “b-tch, where your man?”
stop starin’ at my side-piece
b-tch, hit yo’ dance, b-tch, hit yo’ dance
b-tch, hit yo’ dance, b-tch, hit yo’ dance
b-tch, hit yo’ dance, stop starin’ at my time-piece

[verse 1: rubi rose]
only dance that i hit, is the money-dance
how i move for nothin’ less than a 100 bands
when the b-tch get to drippin’ and these n-ggas start tippin’
i’m a savage for the paper, hit the runnin’ man, uh
rubi rose in the rolls royce, lookin’ at the stars
with that bag right beside me
i ain’t trippin’, i can have anything that i want
n-gga, you and your side-piece
b-tch, hit your dance, got you stiff in your pants
ain’t no ring on my hand, rubi don’t got a man
look at your time-piece and clear all your plans
and a b-tch got a n-gga goin’ crazy, he a fan

[pre-chorus]
i wonder if them hoes ready
i wonder if them hoes ready
b-tch, that beat come in so hard and so nasty

[chorus: yella beezy & rubi rose]
two rollies on the wrist, i’m like “b-tch, hit yo’ dance”
stop starin’ at my time-piece
two hoes on the drip, i’m like “b-tch, where your man?”
stop starin’ at my side-piece
b-tch, hit yo’ dance (hit yo’ dance)
b-tch, hit yo’ dance (hit yo’ dance)
b-tch, hit yo’ dance, b-tch, hit yo’ dance
b-tch, hit yo’ dance, stop starin’ at my time-piece

[verse 2: nle choppa & rubi rose]
ayy, i told that b-tch to hit her dance, she need to twerk some
bend it over, touch your toes, baby, i’ma work some
put it in her back, i swear to god that i’ma hurt some
her p-ssy aquafina, so you know that i’ma surf some
b-tch, do your dance (do my dance?)
b-tch, do your dance, with all that -ss in your pants
she said that she can’t, so i gave her a xan
then i took her from my mans
she be jiggin’, she be drivin’, she be hittin’, she be poppin’
type of b-tch, you get her started, and she never gonna’ stop
i slip gun up in this club, so i’m tryna wreck a party
if i see a opp up in this b-tch, i hit him with this carbon, yeah, yeah

[pre-chorus]
i wonder if them hoes ready
i wonder if them hoes ready
b-tch, that beat come in so hard and so nasty

- rubi rose

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