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slumpedtr3y & trap nav – no dancer lyrics

[intro: trap nav & slumpedtr3y]
gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
gang
let’s go, let’s go
let’s go, yeah (let’s go)

[verse 1: slumped tr3y]
aye, coutin’ this paper, coutin’ this guap
make me amazed when she give top
i up like a light, you down like flop
my beam on his head, he be lookin’ lost (that sh+t lookin’ lost)
aye, yeah, yeah (aye, aye, aye)
i’m not no+ yeah (no dancer)
said i’m not no dancer, but i milly rock
make me amazed when she give top
i up like a light, you down like flop
my beam on his head, he be lookin’ lost
make me amazеd when she give top
b+tch talk sh+t, i pull out a glock
i pull out a glock, that b+tch gеttin’ shot
i’m f+ckin’ this b+tch, she givin’ me top
she suckin’ on d+ck, she suckin’ on c+ck
i pull out the gas, this sh+t moonrocks
i’m coutin’ this paper that sh+t’ll be guap
b+tch in a trance, she be lookin’ all lost
i’m makin’ more money than more than y’all bots
if that b+tch ain’t bad, then you know we gotta talk
f+ckin’ that b+tch, i don’t give ’bout mans
f+ckin’ that b+tch, i’m put her in a trance
talk certain to me, sh+t’ll get slammed
y’all hearin’ diss, y’all gonna say, “d+mn”
circle with small, that sh+t is a fam
me and trap nav, we makin’ some jams
i throw a touchdown, they callin’ me, cam
found that sh+t, they callin’ me, sam
sprayin’ that sh+t, they callin’ me, pam
shots through your alley, your gonna say, “d+mn”
i roll down the windows you gonna hear a bam
hunnid k, i’m finna buy land
got hit in the head the cut+up, he look like some spam
hundred round drum and it spray like a drake
stupid+ass boy, get tossed in the lake
you stupid as f+ck you really a jake
i scream, “f+ck 12”, then run out the state
if i hear them diss, i make the room shake
shawty so bad, that b+tch got some cake
they say y’all friends but yall b+tches fake
yeah, y’all b+tches fake
[verse 2: trap nav]
load it up
i’m pennywise, i’m hittin’ this gas and i’m floatin’
run to the bank laughing and jokin’
sh+t got me coughin’
put his ass to sleep, you think he was dead
now we put him in a coffin
it’s like i’m in office
i gotta ask (how you know?) that’s a ghost talkin’ (shine)
i live dangerous, i’m still walkin’
2020 vision, i’m flossin’
caustic, i’m giving y’all a warning
i’m scorin’, floor it
sh+ts been going on, i could write a story
send shots, bend blocks, now we all lit
slide, but this ain’t no cha+cha
they whinin’, baba
five clips drawn, rrah+rrah
toss ‘em, it’s how i know
‘thrax, facts, i’m smokin’ that pack
i heard n+ggas slidin’, where y’all at?
where y’all at?

[outro: slumpedtr3y]
said y’all slidin’, where y’all at?
that glock on my hip, bout finna go blast
i hop in a foreign, i’m doing the dash
i count out of racks, i’m countin’ my cash
i said i got glock, y’all run like the flash
we gon’ shoot, we gone, we laugh
(yeah, we gon’ shoot, we gone, we laugh)

- slumpedtr3y trap nav lyrics

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