Devils Dance
She said, give me one more chance But the devil gave her this dance
She see the Balenci on my pants Diamonds on my neck, put her in trance
On my ears, on my face, and on my hands Fuck these bitches, yeah, let's count these
Bands Fuck these bitches, yeah, let's count these
Bands I do everything that I can
Jet lag when I land, yeah Moving slow off the Xan, yeah
Baby count a couple grand, yeah She just popped a rubber band, yeah
Rubber band, man, yeah Rubber band, man, yeah
Running as fast as a young nigga can, yeah Like the gingerbread man, like the gingerbread man
Don't know what I'm saying, man but you know I'm spraying man
Pop a Molly santan pop a tan tan
Just like Yosemite Sam I smoke all these grams
I might shock the world, feel like Shazam I might change the whole shit, feel like kablam
Roll the backwood, three-five, beaver dam I feel so exhausted, new coupe with exhaust bitch
Pull up, she's a zombie, she suck me like mami I'm a rockstar, baby, yes, I start the mosh pits
Yeah, she want some nails done, toes, yeah, the polish
Hate to leave you, girl, but I had to I remember you from the classroom
Had a crush on you, now look at you Your heart got me blue, your heart got me sued
She said, give me one more chance But the devil gave her this dance
She see the Balenci on my pants Diamonds on my neck, put her in trance
On my ears, on my face, and on my hands Fuck this bitch, yeah, let's count these bands
Fuck this bitch, yeah, let's count these bands I do everything that I can
She see the Balenci on my pants Diamonds on my neck, put her in trance
On my ears, on my face, and on my hands Fuck these bitches, yeah, let's count these
Bands Fuck these bitches, yeah, let's count these
Bands I do everything that I can
Jet lag when I land, yeah Moving slow off the Xan, yeah
Baby count a couple grand, yeah She just popped a rubber band, yeah
Rubber band, man, yeah Rubber band, man, yeah
Running as fast as a young nigga can, yeah Like the gingerbread man, like the gingerbread man
Don't know what I'm saying, man but you know I'm spraying man
Pop a Molly santan pop a tan tan
Just like Yosemite Sam I smoke all these grams
I might shock the world, feel like Shazam I might change the whole shit, feel like kablam
Roll the backwood, three-five, beaver dam I feel so exhausted, new coupe with exhaust bitch
Pull up, she's a zombie, she suck me like mami I'm a rockstar, baby, yes, I start the mosh pits
Yeah, she want some nails done, toes, yeah, the polish
Hate to leave you, girl, but I had to I remember you from the classroom
Had a crush on you, now look at you Your heart got me blue, your heart got me sued
She said, give me one more chance But the devil gave her this dance
She see the Balenci on my pants Diamonds on my neck, put her in trance
On my ears, on my face, and on my hands Fuck this bitch, yeah, let's count these bands
Fuck this bitch, yeah, let's count these bands I do everything that I can
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Writer(s): Jamar Carson
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