Dancer Songtext
von Absent Markey
Dancer Songtext
(Woah-oh-oh)
(Woah woah woah)
(Yeah, yeah)
She a dancer doing tricks up on that camera (On that camera)
Chrome Hearts, and the spider on my denim (On my denim)
I′m a trendsetter, I just got some new Margiela (Margiela)
Can't do these feelings, so I pour them up in my cup (My cup)
Took a blast to my past, to my future, uh (My future, uh)
I know you just talking shit on that computer, uh (Computer, uh)
And if you about to drop the addy it′s a stick up (Stick up)
How drunk I gotta be if I'm gonna hit this bitch up (Bitch up)
Black jacket, purple coat
She like molly, with her coke
And this Drac' came with a scope
Walk me down I make you float
And your bitch, she do gymnastics
Ima stun them with my magic
Smoke a pack and do a backflip
I′ve got stacking money talent (Yeah)
Is she really my bitch (Yeah)
I′ve got purple in my fanta Ima mix it with my tris (Yeah)
If she's fucking with the gang, she′ll get caught up in the mix (Yeah)
Bitch I got this ice up on me just take a look at my wrist
Bitch it's flawless lights up on me, bitch I′m tryna make a hit (Yeah)
Do you really fucking know me, or you just another bitch (Yeah)
I've been stacking by my lonely, I get to the dividends
Power up just like I′m Broly, bitch I'm trying to flip the script, yeah (Woah-woah)
She a dancer doing tricks up on that camera (on that camera)
Chrome Hearts, and the spider on my denim (on my denim)
I'm a trendsetter, I just got some new Margiela
Can′t do these feelings, so I pour them up in my cup
Took a blast to the past, to my future, uh
I know you just talking shit on that computer, uh
And if you about to drop the addy it′s a stick up
How drunk I gotta be if I'm gon′ hit this bitch up
(Woah woah woah)
(Yeah, yeah)
She a dancer doing tricks up on that camera (On that camera)
Chrome Hearts, and the spider on my denim (On my denim)
I′m a trendsetter, I just got some new Margiela (Margiela)
Can't do these feelings, so I pour them up in my cup (My cup)
Took a blast to my past, to my future, uh (My future, uh)
I know you just talking shit on that computer, uh (Computer, uh)
And if you about to drop the addy it′s a stick up (Stick up)
How drunk I gotta be if I'm gonna hit this bitch up (Bitch up)
Black jacket, purple coat
She like molly, with her coke
And this Drac' came with a scope
Walk me down I make you float
And your bitch, she do gymnastics
Ima stun them with my magic
Smoke a pack and do a backflip
I′ve got stacking money talent (Yeah)
Is she really my bitch (Yeah)
I′ve got purple in my fanta Ima mix it with my tris (Yeah)
If she's fucking with the gang, she′ll get caught up in the mix (Yeah)
Bitch I got this ice up on me just take a look at my wrist
Bitch it's flawless lights up on me, bitch I′m tryna make a hit (Yeah)
Do you really fucking know me, or you just another bitch (Yeah)
I've been stacking by my lonely, I get to the dividends
Power up just like I′m Broly, bitch I'm trying to flip the script, yeah (Woah-woah)
She a dancer doing tricks up on that camera (on that camera)
Chrome Hearts, and the spider on my denim (on my denim)
I'm a trendsetter, I just got some new Margiela
Can′t do these feelings, so I pour them up in my cup
Took a blast to the past, to my future, uh
I know you just talking shit on that computer, uh
And if you about to drop the addy it′s a stick up
How drunk I gotta be if I'm gon′ hit this bitch up
Writer(s): Marcus Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
