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on the dance floor in deep East Texas, she was the bell of the ball
He had a oil baron's son givin' him a run for her hand in marriage to call
So he took

swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to make the minds of all remainin'  (?)] 
Make these girls and the thugs in the club dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin'

50 racks ina Fanny 
Feel like I won a Grammy I Was raised by my granny
Hot off a lick wit my brudda in a Cameory
My bitch a street fighter I call her

that ass back
She the baddest out her friends and she know that
Hand steady, camera ready, they all want a kodak
Ima fan for the way she dance to a slow

money through accounts
Making digits dance, getting heavy on the bounce
Money coming in isn't as much as I would like
Only 22, another year I'll make more

at the store again
I'm finna pull the move, I'm like, "Bro
We need to smoke again"
She broke me off a dub, I start laughing
Did the Joker dance
I just hit my

bitches finna suck me
And I won't kiss
5-0, time up, you missed yo' chance
She suck dick and she use both hands
Six new pairs of them Loubs
Like I stepped

him hold his head up
Bankroll big, that's loads of cheddar
By that rock but the yola's better (Yola)
See me in the dance don't ask if I got it
You

digits 
Spin back around yea we coming consistent 
Big ass 50 and it’s chunky like a fat guy
Nine real pretty put a dick in the backside 
Nigga said what ?

over there
He had nothing on but an underpants
He saw me and said start to dance
I said "What?" and He said Just shut your mouth
Just do what I said

shopper by 50 and watched his movie
it taught me a lesson
he thought he'd never make it
and hes better den i am

(chours fade out)

to borrow
So you can keep your advances, wack hooks
And pop dances don't get me wrong
I'm all about the mainstream
As long as I sign the deal I
Want and have

under some bands, uh

Feature me copped like your bitch, uh
She wanna be in my pants, uh
Doin' her disco dance, like
Spent a few dollars and I made it

I

bird nah I just want the beak
I'm geeked off of the lean and the amphetamine
I boofed that lil' bitch, now she barely can speak
I was gone by the A.M.

I'm walking on a dream
'Cause money makes me pretty
Douse me in gold
Hundreds and fifties 

Party in the hills
Up until dawn
Wiping my teaars 
I just

I know a thing about you[00:23.41]Pull up on some slick shit[00:24.92]Girl I know you miss this[00:26.36]Used to do our dance[00:27.41]Now we dancing

Dean
If Tron say "fuck you"
You know I'm on Jimmy team count money
Why I see fame? Feel like Slimmy B
Hunnid ARs
Hunnid Glocks with 'bout fifty beams

beers by three

Nigga I'm a slime
See how my nosebleed

That's the height I see
She real sloppy on her knees

I'm the fucking man of my fucking city

scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what

seconds for fifty bands
Tight on you hoes like span
Wait for my next one to land
Building a castle by sand
I am too black to get tanned
My shit always

on my Trues
Sorry I ain't have a clue
Do my money dance
Peel the gas, you see me sliding through
If you thought that it was safe, pussy boy we

killed by a Crip tonight, tryna be a hero
He the last of the dragons, kick your ass like Bruce Leroy
On that corner, break dance with that dope like

skyline, and they were that rare dance and flash. The sunlight bouncing off and absorbing their feathers like little Chinese hand fans wavering in the drafts

This is the mayhem I was talking about starting  around 

Listen to me now let's dig into the ground
Fifty thousand pounds and I couldn't get around