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do my dance - fwc big key lyrics

[intro: 392 lil head]
cashgang
yeah, 24, haha
24, haha, yeah, huh

[verse 1: 392 lil head]
b*tch, we turnt in real life, f*ck instagram
b*tch, who you bank with? let’s make instant bands (who you bank with?)
i only hang with my brothers, i ain’t into friends (24)
boy, stop callin’ me your brother, i ain’t in your fam (we ain’t fam)
stop postin’ pics with that chop, what you gon’ do with it? (what you gon’ do?)
i only hang with 24, we the hooligans
my n*gga lik five in, he ain’t new to this (f*ck the whoop)
yeah, i flew your b*tch out, then blew a ten (psych)
psych, ain’t blow no cheese on that b*tch (uh*uh)
ain’t makin’ lemonade, but it’s a squeeze on the stick (grrah)
brodie need percs, he a fiend for that sh*t (the f*ck?)
the big head was free, ain’t pay cheese for the kit, haha (free)
i be trippin’, do my dance in the booth
i ain’t scr*pin’, boy, i put my hands on the tool
you be cappin’, you say anything if it’s cool
i ain’t actin’, boy, wе really did that sh*t to—

[verse 2: fwc big key]
we did that sh*t to him and his mans, he bеtter stop dissin’ (no cap)
n0body dead in 24, they better stop missin’ (still alive)
it’s crazy, bro got on dior, but he not christian (what the f*ck?)
i’ll have him jack boy, he is not a gremlin (get it?)
ayy, head, let’s join the air force, we the ones, gang
think i’m finna change my life, b*tches love lames
big gangster, take all of my hoes to the gun range
you was the only n*gga walkin’ when the run came (broke ass)
she tryna f*ck me off my song, it make the club rock
now she thinkin’ my name yaya ’cause i love top
was makin’ n*ggas worry ’bout it ‘fore they was opps
yeah, the m&p cool, but i love glocks
if i f*ck, b*tch, let my mans hit it too
i ain’t cappin’, i live what i’m sayin’ in the booth
i ain’t spencer, i just got some head in the coupe
i need a richard, tryna make a milli’ out the stu’
[verse 3: 24lik]
crashed out before he seen me, i ain’t have to smoke him (lil’ riq dumb ass)
timo caught him out of bounds, say he had to choke him (you a b*tch)
they sent his ass to the joint, i have my g’s poke him (poke somethin’)
bro been playin’ with cards and chips like a game of poker (in store)
it’s hard to ship the ‘bows out, they got a strong odor (them b*tches stankin’)
we be smokin’ n*ggas whether if they young or older (don’t give a f*ck)
fully*auto chop, this b*tch sound like it got a motor (grrah)
you payin’ for that p*ssy when it’s free like this b*tch open (lame)
i ain’t never been broke as h*ll, b*tch, i keep motion (keep that sh*t on me)
you know them views goin’ up, b*tch, if lik on it (know that sh*t goin’ up)
like a b*tch that f*cked ten n*ggas, i got heat on me (i got it on me)
they caught that boy in the county and put feet on him
ar got bass, f*ck around and put a beat on him (doo*doo*doo)
head woke the fans up, they was sleep on him (better wake up)
b*tch asked me if i love her, i’ma sleep on it (huh?)
yeah, you could suck my d*ck, don’t put your t**th on it

[outro: 24lik]
lil’ b*tch t**thin’

- fwc big key lyrics

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