Lyrics:
to the point
Whereby they might more
Fully enjoy the ambiance of Miami By Night)
Where ya from? Ah, the bus
Which one? You know the last tour
You know leather
spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got
waistline so I never ask fi a reason (Gyal yuh ting nice)
All I tell you touch it touch it shake it shake it you do it yeaaa
Two cups by the bar tell
it looks good in those pants
So damn good, I had to glance
Now I'm macking
See this gold? I bought it all
Now every night you young freaks call
I just sit back dropping tears while I'm rolling those woods
Ever had to lie about the pain like it's feeling so good
What I look like after long
tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
on your shoe
You think you're lookin so good on the floor
You're the first worst last best dancer (by far)
Jack G. weight shift
Slow dance, T-swift
means
We in the mall fiendin', one more hump then I'ma scream
Boo, throw me more of you, I'll take all four of you
We could flip it on the floor
like this, hit it)
Throw away them jams cause you don't need em any more
Cause this hip-hop hit is gonna keep you on the floor
If you dance everyday
America, God bless you if it's good to you
America, please take my hand
Can you help me underst
Yesterday I got a call like
From my dog like 101
You could be my type
Chemistries right
See by the end of the night
You make it so hood
Baby it's all good
I'm down if you can handle it
We make a fit
it right right.
Our hands are sky high.
From left to the right.
Don't look that the time.
Just let it fly by.
We live the good life.
And we'll do
take you on a joyride
Treat you like a lady give you good vibes
Let me take you out for the weekend
Dance all night billie jeanin
Girl you look so clean
and hates when I leave
Ain't nothing but a real good time
Where the sun don't fade and you cant throw shade
Bummed out about a real bad time
Its ok
(Its ok)
paparazzi
Reload ya flash bulbs for the dead bodies
Severed bitches and human abominations
Lined up behind the velvet rope wavin' they invitations
One by
mean yes
Oh yeah, girl, I got your back
I’m by your side so you can
Dance with me
Can you move your legs like I move my legs? Like
Dance with me
Like
When I feel my phone buzzing, ain't even gotta look down
I know it's you that's calling, a couple drinks in by now
So I say hello, you say, hey,
me) Who taught you to be good
And does your mama know you're bad
Does your mama know you're hood ah
I had to be dropped in the middle of the dance floor
to waste even though I could now
One chance make them dance with the devil
My camp on a whole other level
Cause life's so good now
One day you can make it
You can’t sit up yo hands dog and Make no money
I like to stay fresh as hell fuck lookin Bummy
You can make a hundred bands wit These vans on
Ten
a bitch in her feelings
Or a bitch nigga kill me bet you won't put me in my grave
I remember when I ain't have no chain
But the bad bitches they would
Hey there good look-in you got me when you waltzed on by
I am praying right here; this could be my lucky night
I've waited for the one; that makes me
seriously
And if you jump the broom I hope you don’t fall
Cuz if we make the dance floor I’m showing you off
Hook
Sending you positive vibes for ya
about how she plan and execute her maneuvers
She might be in magic city shaking ass, but I bet you she good with computers or handling students
Don't let
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