Han Velsing
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
Bitch you be worshiping idols
I told you don't take it
You'll go down and spiral
You swinging fist like you Kyle
Don't fuck with no trial
You stuck in a style
You say that life's worth the while
Ain't cracking no smile
Cause bitch you a liar
Bitch you ain't really been happy
Cause you always cappin'
Got shit in the pile
Fucking on a bitch you don't love
Fucking on this shit for the blood
Bitch you ain't nothing but fuck shit
Why the fuck you worshiping lust
I ain't really fucking with a psychic vamp
Smoking hella pipe in a night lit camp
I put these bitches on game
They looking at me so strange
I ain't do shit for the fame
I ain't no pussy boy dang
You think you bad cause you bang
Buying a strap ain't no thang
You called my phone let it rang
Boy you been clapped for the pain
Fucking on a bitch you don't love
Fucking on this shit for the blood
Bitch you ain't nothing but fuck shit
Why the fuck you worshiping lust
I ain't really fucking with a psychic vamp
Smoking hella pipe in a night lit camp
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
Bitch you be worshiping idols
I told you don't take it
You'll go down and spiral
You swinging fist like you Kyle
Don't fuck with no trial
You stuck in a style
You say that life's worth the while
Ain't cracking no smile
Cause bitch you a liar
Bitch you ain't really been happy
Cause you always cappin'
Got shit in the pile
Fucking on a bitch you don't love
Fucking on this shit for the blood
Bitch you ain't nothing but fuck shit
Why the fuck you worshiping lust
I ain't really fucking with a psychic vamp
Smoking hella pipe in a night lit camp
I put these bitches on game
They looking at me so strange
I ain't do shit for the fame
I ain't no pussy boy dang
You think you bad cause you bang
Buying a strap ain't no thang
You called my phone let it rang
Boy you been clapped for the pain
Fucking on a bitch you don't love
Fucking on this shit for the blood
Bitch you ain't nothing but fuck shit
Why the fuck you worshiping lust
I ain't really fucking with a psychic vamp
Smoking hella pipe in a night lit camp
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
I make that shit then I dance to it
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Writer(s): Isaac Webber
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