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dance - young dolph, key glock & paper route empire lyrics

[intro: young dolph]
yeah
(let the bandplay)
alright
okay, this how we gon’ do this right here

[verse 1: snupe bandz]
(big bandz)
turn off the lights, my diamonds still gon’ dance, dance, yeah
yeah, and all my drip, it come from france (paris)
real trap n*gga, i don’t need no advance (nah)
feeling like gucci, young n*gga so icy
big baguettes, whole lot of racks on my white tee
diamonds hit hard, i got these hoes tryna bite me
hit hard
reach for my chain, i’ma send you to god (god)
and if it get locked down, i might step in the pot (yeah, yeah)
over a hundred k in drip, but a n*gga still can get robbed (baow, baow)
d*mn, that young n*gga shining (shining)
yeah, iced all this from my grinding (woah, woah)
look at these diamonds (woah, woah)
look at these diamonds
[chorus: young dolph]
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
i looked down at my watch and all i hear it saying (what?)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
sh*t around my neck going crazy, dog, all it do is
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (b*tch), dance (b*tch), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (twerk)

[verse 2: kenny muney]
diamonds wet as f*ck up in my mouth, this sh*t look like a pool
b*tch seen all this ice, her ass started clapping like my chopper do
rolex on my wrist, it knock you out, my neck kickboxing too
my sh*t just be dancing, it’s amazing what these rocks can do (oh, yeah)
my money doing front flips, it’s amazing what my pockets do (yeah)
these cuban links came out the trap i ran off making boxes move
you touch ’em, then i’m spraying, won’t make it to the ambulance (uh*uh)
you reach for these vvs or these baguettes, i bet this 4*0 make a n*gga

[chorus: young dolph]
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
i looked down at my watch and all i hear it saying (what?)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
sh*t around my neck going crazy, dog, all it do is
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (b*tch), dance (b*tch), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (twerk)
[verse 3: joddy badass]
looking at my cartier and all it do is dance
brooklyn b*tch, diamonds really rocking on my hands
each one of my earrings probably cost your whole advance
n*ggas put their jewels on layaway, you on a payment plan
he see that i’m icy, that’s the reason why he sweating me
keep my chain on, it’s like a lightshow when he s*xing me
i got the whole set with me, we be flossing heavily
everything she’ll never be, that’s why that ho obsessed with me

[chorus: young dolph & joddy badass]
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
i looked down at my watch and all i hear it saying (what?)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
sh*t around my neck going crazy, dog, all it do is
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (b*tch), dance (b*tch), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (twerk)

[verse 4: jay fizzle]
vvs ’round my wrist, they crystal clear, them b*tches dancing
got four stops in this two*door coupe, make that demon hop out blasting
keep a big bankroll up in my jeans, that’s why the opps can’t stand me
this side cool ’cause we don’t give a f*ck, i’ll cut ’em, k!ll they mammies (take ’em out)
my left wrist gon’ twinkle, twinkle (bling)
big backwood filled up with sprinkles (zaza)
next, my wrist, that b*tch start dancing (yeah)
if i wanna bust down, make it macarena (cha*cha)
chain on my neck like my hoes, it be twerking (thottie)
hop in that maybach and lay back the curtains (yessir)
n*gga too hot, got the b*tches, ain’t flirting (she bad)
i’m from armenia, we come and do surgery (chop up)
[verse 5: big moochie grape]
baguettes jumping out my rollie, just watch how it dance
yeah, two cuban links up on my right wrist, this sh*t so outstanding
trap out a house, it’s abandoned
got rich quick, now these n*ggas can’t stand me
got too much money on me, i can’t fan it
yeah, i made the hood full like, “f*ck getting a grammy” (full)
young rich n*gga, might still f*ck your mammie (mammie)
‘fore i made me a play, yeah, the diamonds still dancing (dancing)
dance (b*tch), dance (b*tch), dance (b*tch), dance (yessir)
bands in my pants, dripping in france (yeah)
paper route business, b*tch, know we the clan (know we the clan)
go and ask your b*tch, she a real big fan (real big fan)
she wanna f*ck on a young n*gga ’cause my diamonds

[chorus: young dolph & key glock]
dance (yeah, dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
i looked down at my watch and all i hear it saying (what?)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
sh*t around my neck going crazy, dog, all it do is
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (b*tch), dance (b*tch), dance (dance), dance (dance)
dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (dance), dance (twerk)

[verse 6: key glock]
i got bands (bands), bands (bands), bands (bands), bands (bands)
ayy, go and ask your b*tch, she gon’ tell you that glizock, yep, he the man (the man), the man (the man), the man (the man), the man (the man)
b*tch, i’ve been hustling so long, this money doing something to my head
yeah, i remember when i was selling grams out my gram’s
yeah, fast*forward that, now i’m eating lamb inside my lam’
yeah, diamonds on me cold as f*ck, i think i need a sled
uh, pull the trigger, let it sing, and make a n*gga

[outro: key glock]
yeah

- young dolph key glock paper route empire lyrics

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