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detroit l-o - real g's don't dance lyrics

[hook]

blowing up my phone, knowing she don’t got a chance
grown ass men keep some money in they pants
10 toes down, that’s gon’ always been my stance
hit a two step, real g’s don’t dance
balling in the game, i ain’t chilling in the stance
never let a random hoochie ever know your plans
kicking up game like a young jackie chan
why are you surprised she wanna blow me, she a fan

[verse 1]

real ass n+gga, carry out my own weight
i should open up a bakery, i make my own cake
loft downtown or the crib by the lake
i bet the b+tch be wondеring how much a n+gga make
some days i’m rich, some days i’m brokе
she would never know, cuz to me she a joke
fake ass gypsy walking round like she woke
treat cigars like blunts and i watch yo ass choke
back in the day i did it for my folks
but i had no support so i’m rolling solo
i be watching n+ggas buss a dance for a b+tch
all i got is hard d+ck in my pants for a b+tch
i have never dug in my pockets for some ass
i don’t dance baby, i just raise my glass
dancing ain’t soft, it’s just not me
so don’t make me feel bad for keeping sh+t g
[hook]

[verse 2]

drop top coupe, she told me come swoop
unknown number, girl you wayyyy out of loop
riding pass a bunch of pretty b+tches on the stoop
i just beep my h+rn and then i chunk up the deuce
she gon let me hit it like my name was bruce bruce
he ain’t on my team cuz that n+gga’s obtuse
f+ck one caddy, man i’m tryna drop two
if i toss the lob then you gotta fall through
rising to the top, but them n+ggas wasn’t ready
the sauce that i give, it can go in yo spaghetti
colder than a yeti, hotter than a kettle
mad cuz i pull strings, so i keep heavy metal
cash a big check, treat myself to something nice
all i need is gold, i don’t even need ice
presidential suite eating salmon fried rice
get yo b+tch in check is my word of advice
[hook]

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