tyga - do my dance lyrics
do my dance
[intro]
f-ck this p-ssy boy, f-ck it!
f-ck it right boy!
(you know i love it when you)
f-ck it, f-ck it right boy
[hook]
do my dance on your d-ck, ooh you know you love this sh-t. [x4]
do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love the d-ck. [x4]
[verse 1: tyga]
(uh)
lamborghini, you don’t even see me
bad b-tch, no bikini taking shots of henny
order calamari, say she want that fettucini
5 star b-tches, my b-tches don’t eat at denny’s
run the city, you runnin’ laps trying to get with me
i’m all in her red skin, like i play for washington
i’m five eight, but six ten
my d-ck stand like superman
shoulder lean that b-tch, shoulder lean that b-tch
mills cause i’m hot. trigger finger keep that p-ssy wet
bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my d-ck
mills cause i’m hot. trigger finger keep that p-ssy wet
bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my d-ck
[hook]
[verse 2: 2chainz]
(2chainz! uh)
she got her booty cheeks on my louie sheets
she can do it on a pole, but can she do it on me
her flexing -ss, let me see you flex that -ss
i don’t call i just text that -ss about special bags
python, all gold no ice on
nothing but shaved p-ssy in my iphone
and this right here a no fly zone
and you are not us, so don’t try holmes
i buy cars, i buy homes
my antidote for my catapult. i’m up through there
foreign shoes, these a new pair
chains on, this two pair
make your girl buy new hair
wear that p-ssy out, like new gear
hoe
[hook]
[verse 3: tyga]
f-ck yeah b-tch, throw it back. don’t be scared of it. [x3]
f-ck yeah b-tch, throw it back
(yea)
throw it back
(fat b-tch)
throw it back
(yea, yea)
throw it back
(dank b-tch)
don’t be scared of it
[outro]
do my dance on your d-ck, ooh you know you love this sh-t. [x3]
do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love the d-ck
f-ck it right boy
f-ck it right boy
f-ck it, f-ck it right boy
f-ck it right boy
f-ck it, f-ck it right boy
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