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
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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