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bobby tootact – dance 4 me lyrics

[intro]
(lowkeymali, what’s the word?)
n+ggas know how we— (grrah, grrah, boom)
mr. dump for the—
mr. dump for the six
like, grrah

[chorus]
she hear the beat, now she tryna dance (now she tryna dance)
she don’t know what i got in my— (she don’t know what i got in my pants)
she see the money, so i got a chance
and she tryna f+ck ’cause her boyfriend a fan
money over b+tches, this sh+t be so simple
now b+tches on d+ck tryna f+ck for some bands
backshots, i fell in love with her dimples
and i’m deady off opps, i’m a hound and she glanced

[verse 1]
tryna fiend, miss the crowd, f+ck a minimum wage (like, word to my dеads)
was ahead of my class, wasn’t talkin’ ’bout grades (like, grrah)
pickеd up a grip, what the f+ck is a pencil?
and i talk to my demons to cope with my rage (like, grrah)
facetime every day, like, it was essential (it’s no other)
but who i’ma call when i’m in a cage? (when i’m in a cage)
the key to my heart, it’s confidential
just gotta make sure that we on the same page
[bridge]
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (like, grrah)
y’all know we get
n+ggas know how we— (grrah, grrah, boom)
mr. dump for the six
grrah, grrah

[verse 2]
i grew up on the 6, fell in love with the creepin’
now she on my d+ck, fell in love with a demon (word to my deads, she fell in love with a demon, n+gga)
phone dnd, she think i’m cheatin’
but i’m on 66, i don’t think that i’m leavin’ (like, grrah)
she might be the line, looks is deceivin’ (baow, baow, baow, baow)
but i’m bringin’ my g, think they tryna get even
try to duck by the v, he think i ain’t peep him?
throwin’ shot after shot, she like, “why you still cheesin’?” (grrah, grrah, boom)
think i spot me a baddie, you know i’ma flirt (n+gga, you know i’ma flirt, n+gga, i’m from harlem)
knock out the up, he might drip overseas
b+tch buggin’, keep tryna take off my shirt (she keep tryna take off my shirt)
she tell me, “come back,” i be wantin’ to leave (grrah)
don’t try to push up, the knock in her purse
if she run into opps, she gon’ pass it to me
can’t fall in love, that sh+t is a curse (like, grrah)
just watch how i get with this g (just watch how i get with this g)
[chorus]
she hear the beat, now she tryna dance (like, grrah)
she don’t know what i got in my— (like, grrah)
she see the money, so i got a chance (so i got a chance)
and she tryna f+ck ’cause her boyfriend a fan (her boyfriend a fan, word to my dead)
money over b+tches, this sh+t be so simple
now b+tches on d+ck tryna f+ck for some bands
back shots, i fell in love with her dimples
and i’m deady off opps, i’m a hound and she glanced (i get my way, i’m a hound, n+gga, you know how it get)

[verse 2]
money tucked in the stash
n+ggas don’t like to flash, i just show what it do
too busy grinchin’, no time for the—
if i’m not in the stu’, then i’m worried ’bout you
phone on silent, my sh+t keep ringin’
now she on the ‘gram tryna look for the clues (now she on the ‘gram)
adrenaline rush when i like your story
she said turn this sh+t up while she rock to my tunes (while she rock to my tunes)

[outro]
n+ggas know how we get
like, grrah

- bobby tootact lyrics

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