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paul stephan - doing my dance lyrics

[intro]
ay t.o this sh+t loud

[verse 1]
the leng things want a man with the bankrolls
me, i grind from the fam tho
up in the stu’, thats my bag tho
do what i want and can tackle
two packs came in of the good
give my boy a q, smokin that sh+t how is wood
that girl from west is buff and she’s a dj
wanna give her the west+wood
t+t+tell me somethin’ i don’t know
all that corn chat on the chat
but in real life street beef, they’re a no+show
e+everything fab like loso
she wan’ like off my ‘ting like a rolo
but i can’t prioritize her
cuz unlike santa, man i trust no ho+ho
w+why so snitch if you really wanna burna boy
just keep it on the low+low
[?] for my mom
while them man spend what they don’t have in soho
told a man get up like jojo
liеd to the yutes, for what bro?
get your pеrspective right
get up and grind
do that pr+nto
it was fun while it lasted, babe
sorry, i’m not the one
you used me for your insecurities
me, i’m just tryna have fun
i suggest you try it too
you don’t have to be perfect for no one
be the best version of yourself
but i’ll be here, if you need someone
if you know what i mean
[hook]
just doin’ my dance
got raw henny in my glass
she’s got a fat ass
and babe can i get [?]
it’s a marathon, not a sprint
but trust me, ain’t comin’ last
times are just gettin’ harder
so i need my paper fast

just doin’ my dance
got raw henny in my glass
she’s got a fat ass
and babe can i get [?]
it’s a marathon, not a sprint
but trust me, ain’t comin’ last
times are just gettin’ harder
so i need my paper fast

[verse 2]
b+bro got done for the hard rock
i ain’t talkin ’bout no cafe
i don’t do weird things for approval
i’m too old school like the laffy taffy
i open my fridge and ran out of milk
so i bop to the shop and see some yutes
two of them tryna watch man like a hawk
so i’m on smoke, can’t be me on the news
one asian owns four shops in the ends
them man just own jordans and a benz
now you tell me which one is wealthy
me and them could never be friends
couple black yutes doin’ up road
movin hot
somethin’ like tarmac
do your sh+t in silence
why post some evidence
just to get likes back

[hook]
just doin’ my dance
got raw henny in my glass
she’s got a fat ass
and babe can i get [?]
it’s a marathon, not a sprint
but trust me, ain’t comin’ last
times are just gettin’ harder
so i need my paper fast

- paul stephan lyrics

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