RAGGATRAPPIANO
Step up on the dance floor
Step up on the dance floor
Step up on the dance floor
Step up on the dance floor
Yuddy
Yah you like trap
Step up on the dance floor
Yah you like ragga
Step up on the dance floor
Amapiano
Step up on the dance floor
Now make that booty go
Step up on the dance floor
Yah you like trap
Step up on the dance floor
Yah you like ragga
Step up on the dance floor
Amapiano
Step up on the dance floor
Now make that booty go
Step up on the dance floor
Thuntsa lerole gore mmao a go bone
Shake that thing, let me pop it later on
Dirty dance, make a nigga put an overall
Big shot caller, me no follow protocol
Whi-whi-whine on me
Like a limousine, stretch it till it go rrrah
Why you hide from me
She don't want no neighbours hear the booty go phah
Goons on my left
Badies on the floor
Turn up at the Mai, we ain't leaving till four
Shata on set
Ganja galore
Yeah we on a mission like the Kids Next Door
Fusion trap with the ragga and the yano
Raggatrapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano
Fusion trap with the ragga and the yano
Raggatrapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano
Whi-whi-whine on me
Like a limousine, stretch it till it go rrrah
Why you hide from me
She don't want no neighbours hear the booty go phah
It's two o clock
The Party is filling up
All eyes on me when I be pulling up
He texted me WhatsApp up
But I ain't picking up
Crop top with my shorts that keep going up
Now I whined wit this booth when I grind it
Now he wants
So he so he put this ring nd locked in
Yah his my type type
Pretty nice guy
Got the brains
No chest pains
Coin constant flights
Yuddy da Paixao
Da da baddies to be found
Higher in status they pronounce
My presence better count
He calls this voice Sexy sounds
Yatcches and curses round
When track drops we be eating stacks pounds
Whi-whi-whine on me
Like a limousine, stretch it till it go rrrah
Why you hide from me
She don't want no neighbours hear the booty go phah
It's three o clock
The Party is going up
Two, Three, four, bottles that keep going up
Phone is blowing up
But I ain't picking up
Bank balance and status keep going up
Coz we be moving
We be cruising
We be
Lit
Step up on the dance floor
Step up on the dance floor
Step up on the dance floor
Yuddy
Yah you like trap
Step up on the dance floor
Yah you like ragga
Step up on the dance floor
Amapiano
Step up on the dance floor
Now make that booty go
Step up on the dance floor
Yah you like trap
Step up on the dance floor
Yah you like ragga
Step up on the dance floor
Amapiano
Step up on the dance floor
Now make that booty go
Step up on the dance floor
Thuntsa lerole gore mmao a go bone
Shake that thing, let me pop it later on
Dirty dance, make a nigga put an overall
Big shot caller, me no follow protocol
Whi-whi-whine on me
Like a limousine, stretch it till it go rrrah
Why you hide from me
She don't want no neighbours hear the booty go phah
Goons on my left
Badies on the floor
Turn up at the Mai, we ain't leaving till four
Shata on set
Ganja galore
Yeah we on a mission like the Kids Next Door
Fusion trap with the ragga and the yano
Raggatrapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano
Fusion trap with the ragga and the yano
Raggatrapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano trapiano
Whi-whi-whine on me
Like a limousine, stretch it till it go rrrah
Why you hide from me
She don't want no neighbours hear the booty go phah
It's two o clock
The Party is filling up
All eyes on me when I be pulling up
He texted me WhatsApp up
But I ain't picking up
Crop top with my shorts that keep going up
Now I whined wit this booth when I grind it
Now he wants
So he so he put this ring nd locked in
Yah his my type type
Pretty nice guy
Got the brains
No chest pains
Coin constant flights
Yuddy da Paixao
Da da baddies to be found
Higher in status they pronounce
My presence better count
He calls this voice Sexy sounds
Yatcches and curses round
When track drops we be eating stacks pounds
Whi-whi-whine on me
Like a limousine, stretch it till it go rrrah
Why you hide from me
She don't want no neighbours hear the booty go phah
It's three o clock
The Party is going up
Two, Three, four, bottles that keep going up
Phone is blowing up
But I ain't picking up
Bank balance and status keep going up
Coz we be moving
We be cruising
We be
Lit
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Prosper
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