Coco Cris - Get to My Dance

Yea i'm chilling, these niggas keep watching me i'm living
I'm getting this money man fuck all these bitches
Can't get nothing from me the fuck out my business
Fuck how you feeling, coming from honesty we litty
I flip me a pack then i go ahead and get it
I hit me a thot, then i leave and forget it like
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm with your bitch and you cant stand a chance
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm in the spot and I'm throwing out bands
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Wait! ooh, balenciagas for the shoes
Don't let your gun bust, I keep my gun tucked we getting lit till the sun up
Treeshes and babas always on my block drinking it up like a thot thot
We smoking like rastas, sailing like popeyes
Find me an op and its glah glah
We chilling two deep in a two seat and your bitch wanna do me like ooh wee
She been gone for like two weeks ohh nah nah nah
Ass so fat you know I ain't gone last long
Hit it from the back, make sure she keep her mask on
Yea i'm chilling, these niggas keep watching me i'm living
I'm getting this money man fuck all these bitches
Can't get nothing from me the fuck out my business
Fuck how you feeling, coming from honesty we litty
I flip me a pack then i go ahead and get it
I hit me a thot, then i leave and forget it like
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm with your bitch and you cant stand a chance
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm in the spot and I'm throwing out bands
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Wait, stop
Rollie rollie for the watch
Getting too sturdy, I know you heard me, up in the telly with birdies
Calling me papa giving up mata busting open like piñata
Dominicana she a slim thick but she leaving mañana
Used to reach out in the dm just pleading
Now they begging and pleading just to peep them
They don't want me to leave them bitch get off of my sack
I used to cop some drip and keep the tags on
Wear it twice before I take it back, put it back on
Yea i'm chilling these niggas keep watching me i'm living
I'm getting this money man fuck all these bitches
Can't get nothing from me the fuck out my business
Fuck how you feeling, coming from honesty we litty
I flip me a pack then i go ahead and get it
I hit me a thot, then i leave and forget it like
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm with your bitch and you cant stand a chance
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm in the spot and I'm throwing out bands
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Yea i'm chilling these niggas keep watching me i'm living
I'm getting this money man fuck all these bitches
Can't get nothing from me the fuck out my business
Fuck how you feeling, coming from honesty we litty
I flip me a pack then i go ahead and get it
I hit me a thot, then i leave and forget it like
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm with your bitch and you can't stand a chance
Na na na, na na na, whoa
Wait! I gotta I gotta get to my dance
Na na na, na na na, na na
I'm in the spot and I'm throwing out bands
Na na na, na na na, whoa

Written by:
Christopher Clemente

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