I Dont F*****g Dance

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
I'll put you in a trance

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
I'll put you in a trance

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
I'll put you in a trance

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
Yeah ay

I got the rickeys on yea
From the pawn
Fuck those dickies
Take them off

Get fuckin tossed
You a mickey, im jack frost
You is lost
Always cold widdit like bosh

You getting crossed

Im a rockstar bitch
You a pussy always flinch
You get pinched
In the moshpit getting rinsed

Lil bitch you still be fuckin stuck up
Talking shit and now your lucks up
We make you upchuck
You a little bitch yeah you a suck up

Ayyy

Bitch

What now?
Wheres the talking? Wheres the sound?

I make my aa do the talkin,
It gon shoot you in the ground

You cant handle all the smoke, not no loud
Thats the choppa, it gon pound

Down for the count, and yo body was never found
Bitch I bark just like a hound, like im beast boy

Getting to the bread, I got the yeast boy

If you keep doing that yapping, like a shoe you getting creased boy

Bitch you sold just like a lease boy

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
I'll put you in a trance

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
I'll put you in a trance

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
I'll put you in a trance

Bitch
I don't dance
I don't fucking dance
Yeah ay



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Writer(s): A J N
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