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lirik lagu doing my dance – big topic

[intro]
ayy

[chorus: big topic]
i ain’t trippin’ on n*ggas i’m doing my dance
i done spinned on her b*tt, like a muhf*ckin’ fan (skrtt, skrtt)

[verse 1: big topic]
hit on my jewel, my neck like a cooler
this gas that i smoke in these papers exclusive
spent racks on my chains and two bands on my hands
i ain’t trippin’ on n*ggas, i’m doing my dance
before no one knew what, known in the hood
pull up my bag and i wish a b*tch would
stepping on sh*t, so they call me a giant
this chopper gon’ sing in this b*tch, keke wyatt
these fado’s too white, i can’t step in the mud
n*ggas on demons, i slide with them sl*ts
know some things they be on and they k!ll over drugs
rahh, rahh
that’s thе sound of the drum
i know you gon’ run, but your ass can’t hide
switch out my wigs 30 inches of bob
chеrry bear do my nails, state my sh*t to the guys
put the best on my losses, i’m beating the odds
[pre*chorus: big topic]
i ain’t trippin’ on n*ggas i’m doing my dance
i done spinned on her b*tt, like a muhf*ckin’ fan
yeah i’m dropping the opps, they gon lay where they stand

[chorus: big topic]
i ain’t one of your kids, go play with your friends, b*tch
i ain’t one of your kids, go play with your friends

[verse 2: big topic]
gas station t with some sweats and the chain
i’m the hardest rap b*tch, that you know with my name
not in competition with these b*tches, they lames
me and sis in a car and we switching through lanes
my little hoe, yeah, he slurp me, he eatin’ the box
know i’m that b*tch, so just give me the props
b*tches ain’t sh*t they gon’ f*ck on the opps
they calling the cops
and i really be grindin’, my ice really shinin’
want me to perform then you droppin’ the pilots
these b*tches be bitter, no money, no wallet
we don’t live the same, b*tch i walk in my closet
daughter father tripping, he causing a problem
he try me again and i might have to off him
blood never miss sh*t, they the first ones to cross you
big legs running sh*t in this b*tch like a boss do
[pre*chorus: big topic]
i ain’t trippin’ on n*ggas i’m doing my dance
i done spinned on her b*tt, like a muhf*ckin’ fan
yeah i’m dropping the opps, they gon lay where they stand

[chorus: big topic]
i ain’t one of your kids, go play with your friends, b*tch
i ain’t one of your kids, go play with your friends

[verse 3: big topic]
they say “lex, where you been at?”
i’ve been stacking this bread up like good tracks
these b*tches below me like four flats
bring the smoke up to you like a doordash
i’m on a mission, i’m grinding, you rappers be p*ssy
you workin’, touchdown on the bass
take a trip to the islands, i’m styling
diamonds be shining, they hitting this b*tch
you done thought we was boxing
poppin’ my sh*t in this b*tch and you know that i’m geeked than a muhf*cka
smoking the leaf in my vip section
these groupies gon’ f*ck, if i tell it to them
i just want the money, these n*ggas be funny
ain’t cuffing them up, but he toppin’ sumn
i’m pushing his face in my p*ssy
he suck from the back, while i’m rolling a wood or sumn
i wish a b*tch would some
catch me opp, we gon’ fight or i’m shooting sumn
money long in this b*tch, like a ruler or sumn
yeah my neck h*lla drip, like a pool or sumn
stop gassing these b*tches, that’s tough on the gram
[outro]
i done spinned on her b*tt, like a muhf*cking fan
she the type that won’t fight, but will fake to her friends
b*tches ain’t sh*t, they gon f*ck on your mans
b*tch

- big topic

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