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doin my dance - fredo bang lyrics

[intro]
(ain’t that dj chose over there?)
(hmm, look like dj chose)
(hardbody)

stick hangin’ out my pants but i’ma still hit my dance
quarantine run up them bands
shawty tryna call me bro
b*tch, what the f*ck you sayin’, hoe?
shawty keep callin’ my phone
she don’t wanna leave me alone
she say i do what you don’t
that’s why she never at home
that’s why she never at home
[verse 1: fredo bang]
got in that hmm i’m like, “honey, i’m home”
got on the trust i’m like, “honey, i’m on”
she hit my line like, “bae, where you at?”
actin’ all pressed i’m like, “honey, i’m grown”
get in that p*ssy i’m diggin’ like cleats
get in her mouth and i’m pushin’ her t**th
ain’t sharin’ no b*tch i’m playin’ for keeps
so y’all can stop askin’ i ain’t f*ckin’ on neek, yeah
i play this sh*t how it goes, i still be slangin’ them polls
i still be lurkin’ like crows, i keep that stick on the low
still thuggin’ on parole, yeah
no i ain’t suckin’ no toes
i’m not tryna be your man, i’m not tryna be your goals
your not ’bout to put me on maury
that baby ain’t mines and i know, yeah
get that green that peter that pan
i got ’em mad they salty like sand
told the b*tch stop callin’ me baby
i got a verse from lil baby, i don’t wanna talk just pay me
me and that check my statements
matter fact check my payments
matter fact hit my agent, i need like fifty occasion
i make a bad b*tch amazin’

[chorus: fredo bang & moneybagg yo]
stick hangin’ out my pants but i’ma still hit my dance
quarantine run up them bands
shawty tryna call me bro
b*tch, what the f*ck you sayin’, hoe?
shawty keep callin’ my phone
she don’t wanna leave me alone
she say i do what you don’t
that’s why she never at home
that’s why she never at home (go)
[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
your b*tch in my house she ain’t tryna go home (no)
i’m harder then steel she ridin’ on chrome
i’ll show you for thinkin’ i’m rappin’ a song
want all of the smoke like a hit from a bong
poppin’ my sh*t in the vip section (go)
drippin’ like gravy and fresher than dressin’ (sauce)
don’t see the hate i look over them peasants (low)
b*tch that’s why you stressin’ (b*tch)
zaza blunt can’t roll no mid
i just two*step ’cause the glock too big (glock)
for the chicken then i got your alfredo
i’d do it myself but i gave the okay though (go)
i ain’t gon sugar coat nothin’ (can’t)
tell her the truth ‘fore i lie (‘fore i lie)
i gotta move on the sly (why?)
’cause her best friend a lil’ spy
gon’ probably f*ck me if i try, hoe

[chorus: fredo bang]
stick hangin’ out my pants but i’ma still hit my dance
quarantine run up them bands
shawty tryna call me bro
b*tch, what the f*ck you sayin’, hoe?
shawty keep callin’ my phone
she don’t wanna leave me alone
she say i do what you don’t
that’s why she never at home
that’s why she never at home
stick hangin’ out my pants but i’ma still hit my dance
quarantine run up them bands
shawty tryna call me bro
b*tch, what the f*ck you sayin’, hoe?
shawty keep callin’ my phone
she don’t wanna leave me alone
she say i do what you don’t
that’s why she never at home
that’s why she never at home

- fredo bang lyrics

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