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lil mac gs9 & rob wellz - make her dance lyrics

[chorus: lil mac gs9]
shawty like my song, she said that sh+t make her dance
i can’t hit that b+tch if she ain’t bringin’ no friends
i ain’t by myself, with my gang, with my mans
we lit up in this b+tch, after this we got plans
draco with the monkey nuts, bust at you and your friends
i’m geeked up in this b+tch, yeah i’m goin’ of a xan’
my b+tch is puerto rican, yeah she bad with a tan
b+tch i’m blowin’ out the window like a muhf+ckin’ fan

[verse 1: lil mac gs9]
i’m drippin’ in this b+tch, ain’t need no muhf+ckin’ help
ain’t n0body help me, did this sh+t by myself
the plug send them seals, bust it down, love the smell
heard ya’ searchin’ on ya’ mans, god d+mn, what the h+ll?
i’m a rapper out the gang, saw lil’ momma take her chance
designer on my body, yeah this sh+t came from france
shawty been up on my body since she took her first glance
if i miss brody gonna catch a rebound
give a opp a figi, catch a flight up outta town
jakes caught me in that room but i didn’t make a sound
if you think you f+ckin’ with me, you a mothaf+ckin’ clown
it’s a f+ckin’ choppa shower, make your whole block drown

[verse 2: rob wellz]
she dissed ya’ d+ck in burberry
sucked my fruit of the looms
she ain’t up in your uber
she’s in my lexus, too soon
pass the exit, vroom vroom
makin’ music, boom boom
she naked up in my room
no maid but she vacuum
i’m whippin’ wood grain
she grippin’ my wood
ain’t n0body gettin’ splinters
ain’t no one feelin’ pain, we good
sip champagne in the hood
chug 40’s in hotels
she met me once at a party
on the gram, she knows wellz
should be tearin’ up p+ssy like junk mail
late night text from my ex, that’s drunk mail
i used to float her boat but we sunk sails
drove me crazy and my heart’s in my trunk still
double barrel shotty, she don’t like how the lil’ pumps feel
stuck in the phone, worried ’bout them lil’ chumps still
my brother got an ice cold grip, ’cause he pump steel
if the backdoor don’t break, i bet the front will
40

- lil mac gs9 rob wellz lyrics

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