Murder Dance (feat. Foe Leak)
I do my dance
Till I get dizzy
I hold my pants it keep fallin
Cus yea it's strapping that big bliccy
Big ole dicky in her stomach
Make her cramp when I'm all in it
She keep running bitch you funny
I'm on ass and that's on crip
Tuck my flag unless Issa problem
Then I'm up for anything
And It go down like elevators
Cus that metal leave yu places
Don't confuse my face with how I move
Just cus I sing like I won't shoot
I was on my heartbreak shit
Yea they call me the heartbreak kid
Your bitch call when she want this dick
Hit in the stalls cus I'm the shit
I Break her walls
These sweaty balls
I let them hang like ornaments
And it ain't Christmas
But I'm lighting up your spot as if it is
I let my Nina do the talking
It been quiet ever since
I left my city
Then I popped
And started fallin for a bitch
Had me soften up
Damn
I'm drinking pop n rum
Shut up bitch I'm done w it
You had your chance one n done
Still make her cum quick
Make her feen like Issa drug
She Hit the plug for a fix
Yea I'm the one get her buzzed
Yea
Uh
I do my dance
Till I get dizzy
I hold my pants It keep fallin
Cus yea it's strapping that big bliccy
Big ole dicky in her stomach
Make her cramp when I'm all in it
She keep running bitch you funny
I'm on ass and that's on crip
That's on crip
Nah that's on me
To fucc with me she pay tha fee
I ain't no trick yu ain't no treat
I ain't no simp bitch ain't shit sweet
I need my ends hoe ain't shit free
She say she heard but she wanna see
Jus why they call lil leak a freak
Fuck all these niggas these niggas be lame
They fake and they phony ain't true to tha game
Ima leave out tha same way I came
I came in with all my gang
Fuck security
Whatchu sayin
Middles up while I do my dance
Hittem up if he touch my mans
Fucc with me nigga wish he can
Don't think shit sweet
Cause I sing
Cause I'll still leave a nigga in tha street
Yea that's on me
That's on me
To fucc with me lil Bitch yu gotta pay tha fee
Don't think shit sweet
Cause I sing
Cause I'll still leave a nigga in tha street
Yea that's on me
That's on me
To fucc with me lil Bitch yu gotta pay tha fee
I do my dance
Till I get dizzy
I hold my pants It keep fallin
Cus yea it's strapping that big bliccy
Big ole dicky in her stomach
Make her cramp when I'm all in it
She keep running bitch you funny
I'm on ass and that's on crip
Till I get dizzy
I hold my pants it keep fallin
Cus yea it's strapping that big bliccy
Big ole dicky in her stomach
Make her cramp when I'm all in it
She keep running bitch you funny
I'm on ass and that's on crip
Tuck my flag unless Issa problem
Then I'm up for anything
And It go down like elevators
Cus that metal leave yu places
Don't confuse my face with how I move
Just cus I sing like I won't shoot
I was on my heartbreak shit
Yea they call me the heartbreak kid
Your bitch call when she want this dick
Hit in the stalls cus I'm the shit
I Break her walls
These sweaty balls
I let them hang like ornaments
And it ain't Christmas
But I'm lighting up your spot as if it is
I let my Nina do the talking
It been quiet ever since
I left my city
Then I popped
And started fallin for a bitch
Had me soften up
Damn
I'm drinking pop n rum
Shut up bitch I'm done w it
You had your chance one n done
Still make her cum quick
Make her feen like Issa drug
She Hit the plug for a fix
Yea I'm the one get her buzzed
Yea
Uh
I do my dance
Till I get dizzy
I hold my pants It keep fallin
Cus yea it's strapping that big bliccy
Big ole dicky in her stomach
Make her cramp when I'm all in it
She keep running bitch you funny
I'm on ass and that's on crip
That's on crip
Nah that's on me
To fucc with me she pay tha fee
I ain't no trick yu ain't no treat
I ain't no simp bitch ain't shit sweet
I need my ends hoe ain't shit free
She say she heard but she wanna see
Jus why they call lil leak a freak
Fuck all these niggas these niggas be lame
They fake and they phony ain't true to tha game
Ima leave out tha same way I came
I came in with all my gang
Fuck security
Whatchu sayin
Middles up while I do my dance
Hittem up if he touch my mans
Fucc with me nigga wish he can
Don't think shit sweet
Cause I sing
Cause I'll still leave a nigga in tha street
Yea that's on me
That's on me
To fucc with me lil Bitch yu gotta pay tha fee
Don't think shit sweet
Cause I sing
Cause I'll still leave a nigga in tha street
Yea that's on me
That's on me
To fucc with me lil Bitch yu gotta pay tha fee
I do my dance
Till I get dizzy
I hold my pants It keep fallin
Cus yea it's strapping that big bliccy
Big ole dicky in her stomach
Make her cramp when I'm all in it
She keep running bitch you funny
I'm on ass and that's on crip
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Washburn
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