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dance like jay park (remix) - ted park lyrics

[intro]
(hi, crookid)

[chorus: ted park]
diamonds dancing like jay park
no pretty boy, but i break hearts
my shooters don’t miss, they don’t play darts
my bros with the sh*ts, they gon’ take part
big body whip, they be riding for me
i won’t let my brother die in the streets
i’m the one that these b*tches be dying to me
i hit it once, then she iron the sheets, she grinding her t**th
he might have drip, but me and that boy, we not the same
i heard that boy was a lame
i’m on my path, they be riding and switching in lanes
too many switching for fame
she thicky*thick, watch her switch when she walk in that denim
i forgot if it’s gucci or w*ng
gripping a spark, hope you come with that flame
i don’t feel sh*t and we smile through the pain

[verse 1: jay park]
diamonds be dancing like me
we passing out food in the streets
donations on donations
can’t see my brothers suffering i don’t want them to bleed
young og i paved the way
look out for the youngin’s can’t say i hid game
blew up got money and fame
came back to my city we litty i’ll show em the way
f*ck clout gimme a big bag
pockets too fat f*ck a diet never slim fast
to many fake friends f*ck they b*tch ass
me against you in whichever way you put it that’s gonna be a mismatch
let em hate let em doubt
r.i.p. niño i see you resting above the clouds
yellow boys h*lla proud
really give you something to be xenophobic about
we lead this asian movement
but it’s black lives matter till’ we see significant change
north side, atlanta, madison, wisconsin, seattle
all the way to motherf*ckin’ seoul
we keep it motherf*ckin’ official

[verse 2: ted park]
i heard them boys tryna ball, but they’re spraining their sh*t
i told coach put me in the game
i’m tryna win like i’m mike, go and get me a chip
get the guap without hitting a stain
chips with the guac, lately been eating a lot
back then, had no cash for buffet
my teacher said i’d work for minimum wage
i make more than that b*tch when i jump on a stage
pack of the runts, bro ship the packs every month
pray it touch down in the state
she smoking the wood, she want the bat not a bunt
touching base i make a triple play
make sure we all good, i ain’t never gonna leave my mans
take an l, bounce back, never leave no plans
been through h*ll, looking back when i had no bands
now look, i’m the man

[verse 3: parlay pass]
the pleasure and pain (woah)
you could never relate (no)
i always had grams (wait)
now they mention my name
f*ck all the fame and the clout
i need to get my mama a new house
family depend on me, can’t let ’em down
free all my bros out the pen, let ’em out (free my dog)
one day, came a long way from that subway
eating so good like a buffet
bad lil’ b*tch and her b*tt fake (yeah)
she is a dancer
f*cking with trappers and scammers (ayy)
welcome to atlanta
pay 1k, got a young shooter like trae

- ted park lyrics

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