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skinnyfromthe9 - just dance lyrics

just dance lyrics
[intro: squeeze banzz]
ayy, what?
bl!cky the banzz
suck my d+ck
(hey, bruno)

[verse 1: squeeze banzz]
tuck a knot in my dance
fl!ck an opp and his mans
let off sixty+three shots, got like sixty+three fans
b+tch, like what? squeezy banzz
creep on your block, tinted vans
[?] the thot, b+tch like d+mn
[?]
my b+tch used to talk hot on the ‘gram
way too much, you talkin’ above the rim
[?] like fifteen, i’m pushing like fifteen on them
b+tches like what? now i’m him
word to the hat, that’s my brim
[?] drop a pin
[?], he got hit in his chin
why your mom on my d+ck? boy, we spin
n+ggas ran with the drip, hit his shin
trackhawk, took out the holiday inn
they not the same when them sh+ts hit they skin
i’m like what? they don’t [?]
that boy is gon’ slide, i’m like, “when?”
[?] on him and knock off his friend
look at me [?], b+tch, we startin’ them trends
bro be outside probably geekin’ off tens
thеy be tough on they live, i don’t gotta prеtend
[verse 2: skinnyfromthe9]
look, all the opps gettin’ whacked (whacked)
[?] in the club and got smacked (smacked)
they not the same in they raps (nah)
me, i been shippin’ these packs (packs, 9)
you can find me in all black (black)
runnin’ down on these n+ggas who rap (boom, boom)
we gon’ keep spinnin’ they block (block)
we gon’ keep runnin’ they trap (trap)
i’m in the club and i’m dancin’ like diddy
n+ggas don’t like me, then come and get with me
drop your location, we spinnin’ the city
n+ggas ain’t gangster, they chillin’ with semi (semi)
sef throwin’ up b’s (b’s)
squeeze bl!cky with me (me)
come through and you know we g’s (g’s)
these n+ggas just wanna be me

[verse 3: hightexhsef]
forty+five [?] with a nine in my hand
getting to deadly, back out and just blam
[?] back and they gon’ get his man
pop out all black with a nine and they ran
now if we talkin’ ’bout drugs
how to get caught with a ham and a square
[?]
[?] pop out the v
[?] from three
[?] be patek philippe, i pour my wock’ in a tea
i can’t get caught with a treesh
i want my notes, put that boy on a tee (slatt)

- skinnyfromthe9 lyrics

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