How to Dance
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to moove, told'em how to groove
Do this shit my own, I do this shit too
She grippin' on my chrome, I'm grippin' on you to
She thought that was my D, that shit was just my tool
I'm not talking bout' three, I'm only talking bout you
I spit on the blue, like what the fuck that do
I got superpowers I'm flying to the moon
Been gone for a while I promise I'll be back soon
Bitch looking at your style, bitch looking like you a fruit
I called up my slime tell'em I need some boof
Calling up my slime tell'em what the fuck to do
Bitch looking at my size, that shit bright so new
You talking bout them guys, that shit just old news
I'm going up to the sky's, I'm only talking true
She looking at my eye's, what this shit come to
I told her get me right, before I smack you to
I'm pouring out the sprite, I'm pouring out a few
Told'em that shit lite like my brand new shoe
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
(Oha oha told'em how to)
(Told'em told'em how to)
(Oha oha oha)
(Told'em told'em how to)
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to moove, told'em how to groove
Do this shit my own, I do this shit too
She grippin' on my chrome, I'm grippin' on you to
She thought that was my D, that shit was just my tool
I'm not talking bout' three, I'm only talking bout you
I spit on the blue, like what the fuck that do
I got superpowers I'm flying to the moon
Been gone for a while I promise I'll be back soon
Bitch looking at your style, bitch looking like you a fruit
I called up my slime tell'em I need some boof
Calling up my slime tell'em what the fuck to do
Bitch looking at my size, that shit bright so new
You talking bout them guys, that shit just old news
I'm going up to the sky's, I'm only talking true
She looking at my eye's, what this shit come to
I told her get me right, before I smack you to
I'm pouring out the sprite, I'm pouring out a few
Told'em that shit lite like my brand new shoe
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance, don't you give up
Told'em how to dance
Told'em how to dance
(Oha oha told'em how to)
(Told'em told'em how to)
(Oha oha oha)
(Told'em told'em how to)
Credits
Writer(s): Dami Boi
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