Dancer (feat. Over)
An we sitting in the condo
Circle round my bongo
Light from the bowl like a lantern
Smoke turn my shawty to dancer
Getting action baby show me how them hands work
Don't hit me up baby don't hit my line
I will not answer I won't give u time
This the end of my life
I will not waste it by listnin to lies
I just wish that u were solid
Wish that I didn't fall in
Filling me with toxins
Later we gon talk sins
Yeah
And I guess I didn't thrill her
Thru me for a thriller
Put me thru the ringer
Yeah
Michael Jackson how I sing her
Sweet talker had me takin her to dinner uh
But she ain't deliver
Wish I could forget her
But she makin me feel panicked
Wishin I could make you understand it
Baby you so classic
And you ain't got no plastic
Looks
Thinkin I'm gon pass u up
You don't know that I'm in love
Baby I can't get you off my mind
Thinkin bout you all the time yeah
All the- all the time
And you don't know the half of it
I'm not tryna smash a bit
I don't want no hoe or bitch
I wanna girl that's it
I just wanna home that fits
An I don't wanna throw a fit
Fit goes so cold it hits
Heavy handed when I take a rip
I'm just tryna take a sip
Quit it wit yo lip boy
Look on my hip
Wouldn't mess with me if tryna live
Uh
Yeah baby u a liar But I can't hold back
If you want that honey im gon spend those racks
Know you not good for me but I can't turn back
Hoe you got me working ima chase that bag
And I can't combat
Will you please come back
Circle round my bongo
Light from the bowl like a lantern
Smoke turn my shawty to dancer
Getting action baby show me how them hands work
Don't hit me up baby don't hit my line
I will not answer I won't give u time
This the end of my life
I will not waste it by listnin to lies
I just wish that u were solid
Wish that I didn't fall in
Filling me with toxins
Later we gon talk sins
Yeah
And I guess I didn't thrill her
Thru me for a thriller
Put me thru the ringer
Yeah
Michael Jackson how I sing her
Sweet talker had me takin her to dinner uh
But she ain't deliver
Wish I could forget her
But she makin me feel panicked
Wishin I could make you understand it
Baby you so classic
And you ain't got no plastic
Looks
Thinkin I'm gon pass u up
You don't know that I'm in love
Baby I can't get you off my mind
Thinkin bout you all the time yeah
All the- all the time
And you don't know the half of it
I'm not tryna smash a bit
I don't want no hoe or bitch
I wanna girl that's it
I just wanna home that fits
An I don't wanna throw a fit
Fit goes so cold it hits
Heavy handed when I take a rip
I'm just tryna take a sip
Quit it wit yo lip boy
Look on my hip
Wouldn't mess with me if tryna live
Uh
Yeah baby u a liar But I can't hold back
If you want that honey im gon spend those racks
Know you not good for me but I can't turn back
Hoe you got me working ima chase that bag
And I can't combat
Will you please come back
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Carpenter
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