Young thug - Dance

Rich gang, YSL 2 on deck
I swear to God I'mma ride and die for my niggas till I’m dead
Skeeted off in a Bentley, getting trailed by a drophead
Future told you best, y’all shit’s fucking block it
I ain’t playing a game with my quarter
Bitches wanna fuck, that bankroll fatter than a whopper
Young motherfuckin' crimestopper
He ain't rich pop the collar impostor
Work on me like a disaster, big blunt like a rasta
Big JJ walked in this bitch with a K with hundred round drum on it
Drop bombs on it, if my nigga get caught, I got some on it
I’m eating nigga, Chee Chow Chung on it
Yeah, chain on me, chain on me
And I'mma let a J get the crumbs on it
My jeweler blinding me, blinding me
Ho yeah I’m shining B, shining B
Just like a diamond
Yeah I’m cooking that fishscale, like a salmon
Bae I could take you to Switzerland like Yah Mon
And all of your trap spots beating like alpine

Do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance


Do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance
Do your fucking, do your fucking, do your fucking dance

Wash that lil' pussy and bring it to me
Jump in that water just like a little fish
You know I’m streets
And I might catch a body this week
Pull up, knock your head off, for show
I heard you tried them boys oh no and so
Bitch I got white like Santa Claus, I’m holding
May bless howing my summer hoe, oh oh
I do not judge your Jesus piece (I got my own)
You might be bool if you not speak to me
I would keep it in the street
I’ll accept your apology
That's my motherfucking girl
She stay down with Thugger and I'mma give her the world
I ain’t gone never stop until you in Thugger world
I’ll marry you right inside this club, no boys and girls

Writers: Jeffrey Williams

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