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lirik lagu do my dance – yn jay

[intro: yn jay]
mhm
(j, this sh*t too crazy)
okay, hmmh
okay, okay, hmmh, hmmh
okay, okay, okay (ayy)

[verse 1: yn jay]
i can tell she thick around the waist, she got loose buckles
b*tch, you wanna learn to do my dance? you got to shaffle
stomp a n*gga out in the club, got my shoes scuffled
beat a n*gga ass so d*mn bad i got bruised knuckles

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
don’t call my old trap no more, i got a new number
f&n got a stick in it, look like a cucumber
lsp, we had the streets on lock for like two summers
i got my gun, bro got his gun, that’s like two jumpers

[verse 3: yn jay]
how the f*ck is a b*tch so godd*mn strong she got dude muscles?
b*tch spent her last on some hair, she got new bundles
why you pull up with that ugly b*tch? you’re a through couple
i just fell in love with the money, wе a new couple

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
heard you fеll in love with that b*tch, boy, you out your mind
i got the head, she called my phone over a thousand times
you gon’ keep gamblin’ with your life, you got a thousand tries
dawg tried to do the ppp and got his ass denied
[verse 5: yn jay]
n*gga tried to swipe his credit card and got ass declined
i could never have a girlfriend, i tell a thousand lies
five*hundred people in the club, i seen a thousand eyes
get to throwin’ money in the club, i seen a thousand fly

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
seen my lil’ cousin do some bullsh*t, i ain’t ask him why
do you wanna make a million dollars? sh*t, i’m finna try
n*gga actin’ like he ’bout that life, he won’t k!ll a fly
he had on robbin jeans with them wings so i made him fly

[verse 7: yn jay]
ooh, i heard you work at mickey d’s, you make a thousand fries
tell my b*tches that i gotta go, i tell a thousand byes
i know a n*gga that’d stab you if he got a thousand knives
how the f*ck you still ain’t flipped a bag? you had a thousand tries

[verse 8: ysr gramz]
sh*t, he f*cked the bag up
way before coronavirus, n*gga, we was masked up
like some zaza, out in cali’ we’ll gas him up
caught a rap n*gga talkin’ down, i oughta jack him up

[verse 9: yn jay]
n*gga talkin’ crazy in the club, i’ll have to smack him up
draco knock a n*gga back, i’ll have to bag him up
they gon’ think his tire caught a flat, i’m finna jack him up
sell a whole, yeah, no eighths, i’m finna bag him up
[verse 10: ysr gramz]
b*tch, all i smoke is ‘woods, why you roll that blunt?
you can’t come around, i gotta watch or you be stealin’ stuff
bro poured a fourth of wockhardt, i can’t stand up
n*gga took a picture with ten k, think he band up

- yn jay

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