lil kayla - private dancer lyrics
private dancer lyrics
[intro]
([?] beats, b+tch)
(herbmadethisbeat)
what i’m tryna figure out
why your n+gga keep trying to come home with me?
(lil kayla, what’s up?)
[chorus]
yeah, you keep on callin’ but he will not answer (he will not answer)
i’m in here actin’ like the n+gga private dancer (like his private dancer)
he want me to be his private chauffeur (to be his private chauffeur)
so i rode that boy like a roller coaster, yeah (like a roller coaster)
i get on it (i get on it) and get to it (and get to it)
i get on it (i get on it) and get to it (and get to it)
boy, yeah, do me (boy, yeah), boy, yeah, do me (boy, yeah)
don’t stop (don’t stop), do me, boy, pop
[verse 1]
if you don’t know about me, i’m lil k from the bay (lil k from the bay)
no matter what i do, you know the b+tches gon’ hate (you know the b+tches gon’ hate)
i ain’t never gave a f+ck what a b+tch have to say (nah)
’cause they ain’t gon’ say that sh+t to my motherf+ckin’ face
and not to mention that your n+gga want a taste
you keep talkin’ down, he gon’ f+ck me either way
you get too out of line, watch me glide it on his face
hurt the n+gga lil’ feelings, then i send him on his way, b+tch
[chorus]
you keep on callin’ but he will not answer (he will not answer)
i’m in here actin’ like the n+gga private dancer (like his private dancer)
he want me to be his private chauffeur (to be his private chauffeur)
so i rode that boy like a roller coaster, yeah (like a roller coaster)
i get on it (i get on it) and get to it (and get to it)
i get on it (i get on it) and get to it (and get to it)
boy, yeah, do me (boy, yeah), boy, yeah, do me (boy, yeah)
don’t stop (don’t stop), do me, boy, pop
[verse 2]
i got money on my mind, tryna hit a sto’
so don’t get in my whip if you ain’t on what i’m on
like they goin’ out of business, baby, everything goes
if you hit, then you hit, and if you don’t, then you don’t
and who the f+ck you talkin’ to? you better watch your tone
i ain’t the average b+tch and i ain’t lettin’ sh+t go
a+a+and i don’t play no games, keep yappin’
and watch me have a gang of n+ggas at your front door
the n+gga know i’m a winner (winner)
that’s why the n+gga doin’ me and he ain’t been comin’ home for dinner
i’m finna, finna, finna
tell your ass somethin’ ’bout your lil’ down dog ass n+gga
he’s shady
he was eatin’ this p+ssy like crazy
tellin’ me to have all his babies
but you ‘posed to be his main lady?
you crazy
[chorus]
you keep on callin’ but he will not answer (he will not answer)
i’m in here actin’ like the n+gga private dancer (like his private dancer)
he want me to be his private chauffeur (to be his private chauffeur)
so i rode that boy like a roller coaster, yeah (like a roller coaster)
i get on it (i get on it) and get to it (and get to it)
i get on it (i get on it) and get to it (and get to it)
boy, yeah, do me (boy, yeah), boy, yeah, do me (boy, yeah)
don’t stop (don’t stop), do me, boy, pop
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