grafic – dirty dancin’ lyrics
dirty dancin (feat. era)
intro:
down to do some dirty dancin
down to do some dirty dancin
down to do some dirty dancin
(verse 1+grafic)
lot of mileage put into this road
3 years and i know it shows
shook hands with the real devil
and he told me that he’d love me as a foe
when the beat froze, i just let it go
make my rhythm and flow my own show
low dose of my rap dope
so i ease up on the tightrope
i run the match like i’m taking some payment
and putting you wannabe f+ckers on blast
bounce on the track like i’m wayde on a lap
island up on the atlas i put on my back
lot of you love to gеt freaky on friday
you wanna be me, but you don’t have a pass
i feel like future on digital dash
these women love money, i smash and they latch
f+ck what the boys say, i will never obey
downplay payday, little bit of gourmet
hip+hop my domain, free verse, i donate
king raf, i’m gon’ reign, og gon’ ordain
noodle+armed girl love to make me some lo mein
in love with green, that’s money and romaine
they gonna notice when i’m in my balmain
out of respect, i am now mr. hossain
godd+mn, you think that you know me?
instagram followers think i’m the homie?
blow me, i don’t even know what i’m gon be
every other day, i gotta tell a different story
raf is that, and raf is that
lot of praise to my face, then i turn my back
rhymewise, i don’t know what i lack
this verbal murder, caught me up in the act
(hook)
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
(verse 2+ era)
yeah, i’m talkin that gang gang
pull up with hittas, we bang bang
yeah that’s your chick, that your main thing
she be treeshin, give lame brain
sippin that ack, i don’t know tho
she shake it back, slo mo
i’ve been the rap god for a minute, lil b+tch
you inside my dojo
we pull up in the whip, i’d come in and slide on ya sh+t like a photo
ya talkin smoke we smoke em like the blunts we pack that f+ck the ozone
they just haters caring about another man and talk on what they don’t know
talk bout all that smoke, same kids who never touched pole tho
they throw a fit it’s okay
body’s zipped when i go rage
no k!ller but push i’m gon spray
they say i’m big, but won’t wait
ya just know i been spitting these flames
call me the goat, they know my name
wearing laurent’s,i ain’t no saint
f+ck it, i told you i been through this pain
she want sum christian, to go green
gave her the d+ck, she go fiend
city girls gon act like a trophy
bad body vibe, sophie
been wondering how you gon stop me
gang around brodie’s the posse
pole stained verses catch a body
rockstar life with a molly
(hook)
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
never lackin, always packin, down to do some dirty dancin
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