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#dancelmaosmfd - jxsephjxseph lyrics

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[bridge]
dance, dance, dance, b*tch, dance, dance, dance, b*tch, dance, dance, dance, b*tch, dance, dance, dance, b*tch

[chorus]
i just put a 50 in the bag, i still need to jump a f*cking track
wonder when i’ll jump the f*cking net, that’ll be my motherf*cking death
i won’t let you take the f*cking step, better prep the leap of faith, b*tch
poured a 5th of henny in a cup, i’ll be drinking till i black out, lil b*tch

[verse 1]
toughen up or walk the f*cking plank, better keep ours names up out your mouth
cut you up and slit your f*cking neck, make that sh*t look suicidal, test
b*tch, i’m really feeling like the best
eat the other rappers just for lunch, better get the f*ck up off my d*ck
before i really throw you like a punch, b*st*rds
looking like casper, really a rapper
i’m better than half of these rappers that flapping they yappers (dance, dance, dance, dance)

[chorus]
i just put a 50 in the bag, i still need to jump a f*cking track
wonder when i’ll jump the f*cking net, that’ll be my motherf*cking death
i won’t let you take the f*cking step, better prep the leap of faith, b*tch
poured a 5th of henny in a cup, i’ll be drinking till i black out, lil b*tch

(verse 2)
rapping, i be steady tapping
these pedophile rappers, already be capping
i’m saying this sh*t, and i mean it
the f*gs need to die, and i’d say until my dead
i’d drop these lil b*tches, rappers be hitting my lines
i be kicking these hoes, just like dropshot
my b*tch giving top slop, i might hit that motherf*cker back
(verse 3)
k!lling these b*tches with mac*10s, fell in the deep end
you falling off with yo sh*t, b*tch!
end your career with them ‘gations, you better keep back my peers, don’t come around here with that bullsh*t
i’ll spin you, exclusive
hit, reclusive
i’m giving disclosure, don’t come around me with that petty sh*t
i’ll throw all that copper, i ain’t talking no pennies, lil b*tch
you a lil p*ssy, 9*live motherf*cka steady talking that sh*t
hit a motherf*cka wit a switch
b*tch, snakes always rocking a fit that be turning us on
bread hit my bank 7 days of the week, we dying for someone that don’t give a f*ck about us, pop you just like a p*ss, b*tch

[chorus]
i just put a 50 in the bag, i still need to jump a f*cking track
wonder when i’ll jump the f*cking net, that’ll be my motherf*cking death

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