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michael aristotle - it dance lyrics

[intro]
(arriba!)
(eh, mmm)
(wooo, woah)
(tell me..)

[verse 1]
tell me whatcha like? tell me, what’s your order? (brr)
met a freak. i’m ’bout to bring her back to georgia (woah)
get her past the border (ohh)
might go down to florida, or to california (‘fornia)/
smelling my aroma (whoop)
ni++a’s acting like they really certified (what?), show me your diploma
he’s a goner
came from the city where they tote the hammers (ay)
ape for the money, sh+t’s so bananas
paint a pic with the flow, better hold the canvas
hit your girl from the back, make her hold the [?]
it’s lit, hold the candles
whole neck shine like solar panel
my ctv, i control the channel
i’m ’bout to make a film, better hold the camera

[chorus]
like woah (woah, woah)
pulled up with the whole gang, everybody on goal
sprinkle my cheddar on the chips, my wallet nachos (sprinkle it, sprinkle it)
see your girl around me, sorry, that means that you lost her
i money dance to the bank, my money do the salsa
it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance and don’t stop
it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance
it dance and it…
[verse 2}
woah
she see me in the pic, i’m cold
she said “mike, you ’bouta blow up!” (blow up)
came in the game through the back door (back door)
’til last year, they ain’t know us (know us)
if you still asleep, then it’s all good
either way, i’m going ham, ni++a, cold cuts
like, “you get a body! you get a body! you get a body!” i been feeling like oprah
you got a hit? ni++a, so what? sh+t is for clout
she can’t really tell me nothing ‘cuz my d+ck in her mouth
woah
i’m whipping it out. i’m whipping the wrist
they tryna keep me outside, so i had to kick in the house
last year i was dishwashing, now, when it come to the hits, i be dishing them out
want change? get the sh+t in the couch
i ain’t going nowhere. long hair? don’t care. still a player, ni++a

[chorus]
woah (woah, woah)
pulled up with the whole gang, everybody on goal
sprinkle my cheddar on the chips, my wallet nachos (sprinkle it, sprinkle it)
see your girl around me, sorry, that means that you lost her
i money dance to the bank, my money do the salsa
it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance and don’t stop
it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance and it dance
it dance and it dance
it dance and it…
[outro]
woah
(it dance and it dance and it dance)
(?)
(woah)
(it dance and it dance and it dance)
(uhh, dance to the bank, my money do the salsa)

- michael aristotle lyrics

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