DANCE! - Wassup Rocker

The world is yours

Let’s go

Bitch dance, and throw that ass

Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass

So drop it, I got my bags

I got big bands, you need your racks

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat but her waist on movin'

Got three racks just spent on shoes

And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid

Bitch dance

Her face is a eight, but her ass ten

He wants a picture, but he told his girl to ask me

Leather pants got me feeling like a bad bitch

I’m still the same rockin' since back then

Still on the same drugs but way more

Be up fans, I got taste still

My new crib is somewhere where it’s sunny out

But I spent twelve bands on this rain coat

Always off of it, forever locking in

I’m going hard again, your boyfriend clocking in

Black and white chick, mix lik Dalmatian

My momma said I spend way too much money

Oh my god

Fifteen bitches in th crib

So I really can’t tell nobody

I’ve been on the road I don’t smoke

I don’t motherfuckin' broke

Bring it back down like Bob Marley

Yeah I’ve been doin' shows

If he keeps on asking for a feature, Imma keep on saying «hmm, prolly»

Bitch we on go, we ain’t pullin' up

, but this song, hoes dancin' in the party

Bitch dance, and throw that ass

Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass

So drop it, I got my bags

I got big bands, you need your racks

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat but her waist on movin'

Got three racks just spent on shoes

And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid

Bitch dance

Blunt filled with OJ

Cocaine 'nd a nose ring

She said she in love, yeah but Imma tell her no way

2016 I was riding with a low

2016 I was rockin' hella no things

If she don’t give me face in the back of the vehicle

Imma take the comments boy, you can keep the decimals

Naked bitches scream, I be adding other decibels

Let me see you dance, shush it out, baby

What’s your name? I didn’t catch it

Oh you from Brooklyn, like the magic?

Oh your friends said, that I’m active?

Baby I don’t know jack like cactus

Sippin' cacti, on a white cloth

She my angel, in a white cloth

Sniffin' white lines, then a mile uh

Tell em white lies, just from my car

I said I think that I’m on some shit

Let me see you go left right up down on my dick

I’m so sorry but, I’m so high I must admit

Tell me your name one more time, I won’t forget

Bitch dance, and throw that ass

Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass

So drop it, I got my bags

I got big bands, you need your racks

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat but her waist on movin'

Got three racks just spent on shoes

And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid

Bitch dance, and throw that ass

Blunt’s so big, I could roll your ass

So drop it, I got my bags

I got big bands, you need your racks

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat but her waist on movin'

Got three racks just spent on shoes

And whatchu you want? Bitch I ain’t no cupid

Bitch dance