Інформація про пісню На цій сторінці ви можете ознайомитися з текстом пісні DANCE!, виконавця - Wassup Rocker. Дата випуску: 15.07.2021
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
DANCE! |
| The world is yours |
| Let’s go |
| Bitch dance, and throw that ass |
| Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass |
| So drop it, I got my bags |
| I got big bands, you need your racks |
| So do it, go stupid |
| Ass on fat but her waist on movin' |
| Got three racks just spent on shoes |
| And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid |
| Bitch dance |
| Her face is a eight, but her ass ten |
| He wants a picture, but he told his girl to ask me |
| Leather pants got me feeling like a bad bitch |
| I’m still the same rockin' since back then |
| Still on the same drugs but way more |
| Be up fans, I got taste still |
| My new crib is somewhere where it’s sunny out |
| But I spent twelve bands on this rain coat |
| Always off of it, forever locking in |
| I’m going hard again, your boyfriend clocking in |
| Black and white chick, mix lik Dalmatian |
| My momma said I spend way too much money |
| Oh my god |
| Fifteen bitches in th crib |
| So I really can’t tell nobody |
| I’ve been on the road I don’t smoke |
| I don’t motherfuckin' broke |
| Bring it back down like Bob Marley |
| Yeah I’ve been doin' shows |
| If he keeps on asking for a feature, Imma keep on saying «hmm, prolly» |
| Bitch we on go, we ain’t pullin' up |
| , but this song, hoes dancin' in the party |
| Bitch dance, and throw that ass |
| Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass |
| So drop it, I got my bags |
| I got big bands, you need your racks |
| So do it, go stupid |
| Ass on fat but her waist on movin' |
| Got three racks just spent on shoes |
| And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid |
| Bitch dance |
| Blunt filled with OJ |
| Cocaine 'nd a nose ring |
| She said she in love, yeah but Imma tell her no way |
| 2016 I was riding with a low |
| 2016 I was rockin' hella no things |
| If she don’t give me face in the back of the vehicle |
| Imma take the comments boy, you can keep the decimals |
| Naked bitches scream, I be adding other decibels |
| Let me see you dance, shush it out, baby |
| What’s your name? I didn’t catch it |
| Oh you from Brooklyn, like the magic? |
| Oh your friends said, that I’m active? |
| Baby I don’t know jack like cactus |
| Sippin' cacti, on a white cloth |
| She my angel, in a white cloth |
| Sniffin' white lines, then a mile uh |
| Tell em white lies, just from my car |
| I said I think that I’m on some shit |
| Let me see you go left right up down on my dick |
| I’m so sorry but, I’m so high I must admit |
| Tell me your name one more time, I won’t forget |
| Bitch dance, and throw that ass |
| Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass |
| So drop it, I got my bags |
| I got big bands, you need your racks |
| So do it, go stupid |
| Ass on fat but her waist on movin' |
| Got three racks just spent on shoes |
| And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid |
| Bitch dance, and throw that ass |
| Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass |
| So drop it, I got my bags |
| I got big bands, you need your racks |
| So do it, go stupid |
| Ass on fat but her waist on movin' |
| Got three racks just spent on shoes |
| And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid |
| Bitch dance |