Young Thug - Dance (Lyrics)


[Verse 1] Rich gang, YSL 2 on deck
I swear to god Imma ride and die for my niggas till I’m dead
Skeeted off in a Bentley, getting traphouse drop it
Future told you best, y’all shit’s fucking [?] I ain’t playing a game with my quarter
Bitches wanna fuck, that bankroll fatter than a whopper
He ain’t rich pop the collar imposter
Work on me like a disaster, big blunt like a rasta
Big JJ walked in this bitch with a K with 100 round drum on it
Drop bombs on it, if my nigga get caught, I got some on it
I’m eating nigga, Chee Chow Chung on it
Yeah, chain on me, chain on me
And Imma let a J get the crumbs on it
My jeweler blinding me, blinding me
Ho yeah I’m shining B, shining B
Just like a diamond
Yeah I’m cooking that fishscale, cause I’m on it
Bae I could take you to Switzerland like Kevin
And all of your trap spots beating like alpine

[Hook](x2)
Do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance

[Verse 2] Wash that lil pussy and bring it to me
Jump in that water just like a little fish
[?] you know I’m streets
And I might catch a body this week
Pull up, knock your head off, for show
I heard you tried them boys on [?] Bitch I got white like Santa Claus, I’m holding
May [?] showing my summer ho, [?] I do not [?] your Jesus piece (I got my own)
You might be bool if you not speak to me
I would keep it [?] I’ll accept your apology
Got my motherfucking girl
She stay down with coco and Imma give her the world
I ain’t gone never stop until You in Thugger world
I’ll marry you right inside this club, no boys and girls

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