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lirik lagu jus dance – primosux

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[intro:]
dance
gonna be okay, da*da*doo*doot*n
just dance
spin that record, babe, da*da*doo*doot*n
just dance
gonna be okay
da*da*da*dance, dance, dance
just, j*j*ju*

[chorus:]
god d*mn
i got these bands in my pants
ones ain’t [?] come out for low, and they making her dance
all of my [?] the best, they foreign as h*ll, one of my b*tches from france
i just made 10 bands today, we hitting [?] with 4 of her friends
bad b*tch of the 1942, feeling herself, i told her
[post chorus:]
dance
gonna be okay
just look at my pockets all you gon’ see bands, bands
i keep a gl!ck tucked, you run up on me and get blamed, blammed

[verse 1:]
b*tch said she in love with molly, told the b*tch i’m your mans
lil b*tch i be stepping in prada, you will not catch me in vans
i made a hundred k with no deal, b*tch, why would i sign your advance
i just dropped 10 bands on your mans, sh*lls dropping when he out in the [?]
she l!cking the drip of the wock ’cause this sh*t too purple
she loving the way that i talk so i bought her a birkin
i’m in this party of x, i can’t deny that feeling is perfect
no i’m not stopping, i’ll be on this until i’m leaving this earth
b*tch i’m a zombie, bury my ass in an iced out he*rs*
we got the ecstasy in the trenches, she throwing that ass in a circle

[chorus:]
i got these bands in my pants
ones ain’t [?] come out for low, and they making her dance
all of my [?] the best, they foreign as h*ll, one of my b*tches from france
i just made 10 bands today, we hitting [?] with 4 of her friends
bad b*tch of the 1942, feeling herself, i told her dance, dance, dance

[post chorus:]
look at my pockets all you gon’ see bands, bands
i keep a gl!ck tucked, you run up on me and get blammed
stop playing, throw that ass on me b*tch i know you can, can
speed it up, speed it up, speed it up, go
[verse 2:]
i f*ck this b*tch she a hoe
these diamonds they dance on my cartier, this sh*t so froze
b*tch got a bubble b*tt, hitting that b*tch then i alley*oop to my bro
b*tch you sound dumb as f*ck, talking ’bout sh*t you don’t even know
i’m finna turn it up, these b*tches be fiending for lines of the snow
shut the f*ck up, ain’t got no money, no racks in your pocket
turn the f*ck up, cashing out, i ain’t make no deposit
i treat your [?], playing with me you get smacked and we taking your wallet
i dropped the [?], i make sure they straighter than a muh*f*cking pop
i just need cash and drugs, all that sh*t be bringing me power
your b*tch on drugs, she getting nose bleeds from doing that powder
know we stay smoking that sour, b*tches be f*cking for hours
i gotta go pick up a load, before i go, what’d i say

[chorus:]
god d*mn
i got these bands in my pants
ones ain’t [?] come out for low, and they making her dance
all of my [?] the best, they foreign as h*ll, one of my b*tches from france
i just made 10 bands today, we hitting [?] with 4 of her friends
bad b*tch of the 1942, feeling herself, i told her

[outro:]
dance
gonna be okay, da*da*doo*doot*n
just dance
spin that record, babe, da*da*doo*doot*n
just daaaaaaaaaaaaaaance
gonna be okay
da*da*da*dance, dance, dance
just, j*j*ju*

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