hit my dance - mills (jvdenmills) lyrics
[intro]
dang!
[chorus]
back in this b*tch and i’m off like ten (ten, ten)
please do not hit up my phone, you is not my friend (no, no)
i had to get to the racks, the racks, the racks, then hit my dance, uh
dripped out in hermès, she on my d*ck, i feel bad for her man
f*ckin’ that bih’ then i hit my dance (dance, dance, dance)
b*tch, i’m all in, dnd on my phone when she callin’
blow it all, get it back by the mornin’
i can’t f*ck with a thot, i just get to the money because i feel that’s more important (yeah)
and the boy wanna talk on her name and his mom gonna have fun when she mournin’ (when she mournin’)
[verse]
take all the racks out the safe and i go and i blow it at every place
yeah, i keep a glocky if he wanna talk, you already know i ain’t catchin’ no fade
yo’ b*tch on my page, she just wanna stalk
drippin’ this bih’ when i walk
buy, give a f*ck ’bout the cost, had that b*tch cryin’, i don’t wanna talk
hop in that b*tch and we goin’ way too fast (way too, way too fast)
i’m goin’ up because look at the stats (she love it, she love it, she love it)
i cannot lie when i hop on the mic
when i’m high, i’ma whip it up just like the stars
got the ten out ten and she model for vogue
i’m from chevy the bentley, i’m up in the score
d*mn, yeah, i had to make this sh*t work (worry)
don’t call up my phone, lil’ baby (phone)
baby, i got no time to flirt (flirt)
i got designer, big cars, 0 to 60 in seconds
i can provide for momma, f*ck her then drop her, we ’bouta teach him a lesson (yeah)
[chorus]
back in this b*tch and i’m off like ten (ten, ten)
please do not hit up my phone, you is not my friend (no, no)
i had to get to the racks, the racks, the racks, then hit my dance, uh
dripped out in hermès, she on my d*ck, i feel bad for her man
f*ckin’ that bih’ then i hit my dance (dance, dance, dance)
b*tch, i’m all in, dnd on my phone when she callin’
blow it all, get it back by the mornin’
i can’t f*ck with a thot, i just get to the money because i feel that’s more important (yeah)
and the boy wanna talk on her name and his mom gonna have fun when she mournin’ (when she mournin’)
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