I Can't Dance
Man I'm ready to get the fuck out the club
How we been in here only 5 minutes?
I done had 4 niggas tryna rap in my ear
3 people bump into me, 2 drinks spilled on my shirt
And this bitch keep asking me to dance
If I got to tell her I got blink on me one more time
I can't dance with my gun on me shorty
Get the fuck out my face
Reuel stop playing with these niggas
I ain't window shopping at the mall, I be cashing out
Fuck her off a pill, I'm in that pussy and I'm crashing out
Yeah my name Mike, why you think that I be spazzing out
Shit that I be serving out the bag a have you passing out
I fucked her once, take a break and I wanna bone again
Watch the way you talk to me dawg, don't use that tone again
I'll burn that bitch to the ground, what kind of home you in
How you get my number?
You feds, don't call my phone again
Tell yo baby mama her baby daddy a hoagie bun
Goofy knew that we was gonna shoot him, he tryna hold his son
I don't know nothing 'bout nothing, I don't own a gun
Homie caught a body, cut his dreads and now he on the run
My daddy name Rick, I'm a soldier son
I don't like to talk but you goofy's letting ya motor run
You the type we send to the store to go make a soda run
I can tell he not from the trenches from how he hold a gun
I'm in the club and it's thick
I'm off the drugs and it's lit
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I ain't got to question it, you the answer huh
Say you got a pole at the crib, you a dancer huh
I can tell the way that you looking you think I'm handsome huh
Swagger jacker. They want a ransom huh
Mama told me "Don't ever trust a thot"
I can't dance, I got my gun and I might bust a shot
I can't dance, I popped a pill and I don't feel right
I looked over, 2 bitches was tryna feel Mike
I'm in the club and it's thick
I'm off the drugs and it's lit
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
How we been in here only 5 minutes?
I done had 4 niggas tryna rap in my ear
3 people bump into me, 2 drinks spilled on my shirt
And this bitch keep asking me to dance
If I got to tell her I got blink on me one more time
I can't dance with my gun on me shorty
Get the fuck out my face
Reuel stop playing with these niggas
I ain't window shopping at the mall, I be cashing out
Fuck her off a pill, I'm in that pussy and I'm crashing out
Yeah my name Mike, why you think that I be spazzing out
Shit that I be serving out the bag a have you passing out
I fucked her once, take a break and I wanna bone again
Watch the way you talk to me dawg, don't use that tone again
I'll burn that bitch to the ground, what kind of home you in
How you get my number?
You feds, don't call my phone again
Tell yo baby mama her baby daddy a hoagie bun
Goofy knew that we was gonna shoot him, he tryna hold his son
I don't know nothing 'bout nothing, I don't own a gun
Homie caught a body, cut his dreads and now he on the run
My daddy name Rick, I'm a soldier son
I don't like to talk but you goofy's letting ya motor run
You the type we send to the store to go make a soda run
I can tell he not from the trenches from how he hold a gun
I'm in the club and it's thick
I'm off the drugs and it's lit
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I ain't got to question it, you the answer huh
Say you got a pole at the crib, you a dancer huh
I can tell the way that you looking you think I'm handsome huh
Swagger jacker. They want a ransom huh
Mama told me "Don't ever trust a thot"
I can't dance, I got my gun and I might bust a shot
I can't dance, I popped a pill and I don't feel right
I looked over, 2 bitches was tryna feel Mike
I'm in the club and it's thick
I'm off the drugs and it's lit
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
I can't dance 'cause I'm holding my stick
I got hoes and they all on my dick
Credits
Writer(s): Ricky Hampton
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