Heisman Deleon - Love 2 Dance (feat. Vio Soundz)

Ayy, Neil, pass that sip, nigga
Thugging
Damn son
Yo, this shit fuckin' crazy
Cash all in my pocket
Wild boy, you can't stop it
Hoes on me like a prophet
Guaranteed, I make the knees knee
I son you niggas Mufasa
Pistol-talking', glock holstered
Block-boastin', fuck you mean Huh,
Opps roasted, cops coasting
Block-jumpin', fuck you mean huh
Block-jumpin', fuck you mean
Mean, huh
Block-jumpin', fuck you mean, huh
Mean, huh
Yeah, block-jumpin', what you mean, huh
Mean, huh
Yeah, block-jumpin', what you mean, huh
What you mean, huh
Look, block-jumpin' like LeBron jumpin
We mean business when that Glock dumpin
What the team pitchin', got the fiends itchin
Like they fucked raw and they got somethin
Stop frontin', you no trapper, dude
I'm a top boy, I'll snatch your food
Make you quit the game, go back to school
Your bitch get trained, Miami view
Nigga you can't hold a candle to
Same lighter but my flame brighter
I'm a game starter, my game tighter
My heart darker, my cane whiter
No Peter Parker, no man spider
I don't save hoes, better call police
If she a ho before we meet
Two plus two equals for the streets
Your stupid ass ain't do the math
Cougar scratch on my whole back
Booty fat pussy throwback
Give her young meat with her old ass
Four pack, that's that Brett Favre
Through fed ex that's a fed charge
I know better, but I'm a go-getter and my head hard,
Foreigns only what you mean, ho
Quarterbackin' for the team, ho
Callin' plays like Colin K
Took one for the team, they took it all away
Skipped bail over fish scale
Feds lookin' for me like I'm Nemo
I'm somewhere in Puerto Rico
Fuckin' bad hoes sippin' Clicquot
Cash all in my pocket
Wild boy, you can't stop it
Hoes on me like a prophet
Guaranteed, I make the knees knee
I son you niggas Mufasa
Pistol-talking', glock holstered
Block-boastin', fuck you mean Huh,
Opps roasted, cops coasting
Block-jumpin', fuck you mean huh
Block-jumpin', fuck you mean huh
Block-jumpin', fuck you mean, huh
Yeah, block-jumpin', what you mean, huh
Yeah Yeah, block-jumpin', what you mean, huh

Written by:
Fred Robinson, Hil Kayembe

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