Dance B****

Yeah, B
Oh yeah, B
Oh, B
Bounce, come on

Dance, bitch
That's it (oh)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it
Where's my paper, it's now or never
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it

Yeah, dance bitch
That's it (oh)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it
Where's my paper, it's now or never
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it

Spotlights burning, ass is turning
Thighs like thunder, makes me wonder
Left the wifey home tonight
Few shots to clear my mind
Gotta quench my appetite
To watch you I would pay the price

Dance, bitch
That's it (yeah)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it
Where's my paper, it's now or never
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it

Come on, dance, bitch
That's it (oh)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it
Where's my paper, it's now or never
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it

On the pole, you make me want to get up on you
Girl, what you wanna do? Girl you nasty
(Yo, that's my glass B, you feeling grimy)
This ain't the time, she's getting freaky
Don't watch my 50, in a G-string
(Yo, show me love Ma)
Go ahead, get busy, cheek to cheek now
Let me see 'em, ooh-ooh-ooh

Dance, bitch
That's it (oh, yeah)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it (make it bounce)
Where's my paper, it's now or never (turn around)
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it (ooh yeah)

Dance, bitch (oh, let it dance)
That's it (oh)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it (oh, ooh, yeah)
Where's my paper, it's now or never
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it

What you wanna do
She's like a piece of ass for you (I'm sayin')
What you sayin' Ozzy?
Take that (you got the cash, she'll fall for you)
I got the cash, let's go
Come on (ain't got no dope, man, shorty's through)

Yeah, yeah
Step right on in (okay)
Mr. Bibb, ten (whoa)
Do the ten mean, got ten in my jeans
Uh-huh
Close the door, hang the sign up

Right there on the floor, twist your spine up (yeah)
You been wantin' this since jealous, girl
It taste so sweet, it's like candy, girl
Shorty like Mike, can you hand me the world? (For sure)
Dance bitch, you a marvelous girl

Yeah, my name's Ron DeVoe, shorty call me light skin
I don't stop at the door, I just slide right in
You wanna bless me, get a Trojan, honey
Then I may pay your rent of 2020
Might play your position, stay in the kitchen
I ain't tryna freak off, I'm tryna pay your tuition
If I smack that, then you know my man's hit
Get on the floor, let me see you dance, bitch (you better)

Dance, bitch
That's it (better dance)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it (oh)
Where's my paper, it's now or never
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it

Dance, bitch
That's it (yeah)
Oh, shi-
Wanna see you wiggle it (ah, oh, oh, yeah)
Where's my paper, it's now or never
But whose is it?
It's yours if you can handle it

What you wanna do
She's got a piece of ass for you (let her dance)
You got the cash, she'll fall for you
Ain't got no dope, man, shorty's through (yeah, yeah)

What you wanna do (bounce, bounce)
She's got a piece of ass for you (dance, dance, dance)
You got the cash, she'll fall for you (oh, dance bitch, dance bitch)
Ain't got no dope, man, shorty's through (show us if you can handle it)

(Dance bitch)
Better dance, oh, oh, eh-oh
Show us if you can handle it
(Dance, bitch)

Oh, dance, dance, dance, dance
Ah, oh, dance, bitch, dance, bitch
Show us if you can handle it
Oh, dance
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Uh, uh, dance, dance, dance, dance
Uh, uh, dance, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Junod Etienne, William Davison, Sean White, Sherard Dixon
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