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Dance For Me (Prod. Unreal Lincoln)

Lyrics:

(Fuck you ran on it)
(Nigga fuck you stand on it)

(Yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Ooo)

I don't give a damn nigga
Nigga fuck you stand on it (Yeah, yeahh)
He talk crazy we ran on him
I count bread throw a band on him
Yeah we on top of the gang we planned on it
Glock finna burn finna leave a whole tan on him
Chop got a beam and a flame no hands on it
Walking on that block to your crib we ran on it (Hahh)
Playing with my gang nigga know you ain't stand on it

Yeah drive in that bitch on random
Yeah I'm going on ghost like phantom
Yeah you acting like a kid throwing tantrums
Yeah we pull up on the block jumping high gonna land on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I ain't wasting no time nigga stand on it (Ooo)
Yeah I don't fuck with broke niggas put a band on him
Showing out the world on my grind got a plan for him
Yeah ima say it for the time you in danger
Yeah I can't save that hoe ain't a ranger
Yeah you tryna press me get folded like paper
Yeah you better watch out for your hoe ima take her
All that bark no bite know it's what you make it
Yeah I'm floating on the mic finna make them bangers
Yeah I'm hanging with my boy at the stu in Atlanta
Finna sign all they mixtapes know they all fanned out
When I pulled up to the function know they all done ran out (yeahh)
You in danger
You know I ain't keeping shit sweet don't say it
Yeah I'm bout to feed a nigga glock bodega
You ain't see the signs she from hell from satan
Yeah I'm spending all the guap everyday can't take it
You play with me get cooked up like bacon
Frying in the pot stir fry gonna bake it
You hating on my grind all the way you in danger

(Yeahhh)
(Yeahhhuh)
(Ooooo)
(Ooooo)
(Ahhhhh)
(Drive in a bitch on, yeah drive in a bitch on random yeah)
(Drive in a bitch on random yeah)
(Drive in a bitch on random yeah)

I don't give a damn nigga
Nigga fuck you stand on it (Yeah, yeahh)
He talk crazy we ran on him
I count bread throw a band on him
Yeah we on top of the gang we planned on it
Glock finna burn finna leave a whole tan on him
Chop got a beam and a flame no hands on it
Walking on that block to your crib we ran on it (Hahh)
Playing with my gang nigga know you ain't stand on it
Yeah drive in that bitch on random
Yeah I'm going on ghost like phantom
Yeah you acting like a kid throwing tantrums
Yeah we pull up on the block jumping high gonna land on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I ain't wasting no time nigga stand on it (Ooo)
Yeah I don't fuck with broke niggas put a band on him
Showing out the world on my grind got a plan for him (Hahhh)