vyse o79 – bvllroom dvncin’ lyrics
i been geekin’ off the hi+tech
swingin’ side to side
lookin’ like a n+gga ballroom dancin’
i keep switchin’ up the clientele, n+gga gotta eat
now i’m servin’ up the dog food, yea
bad brown thang and she go to law school, yea
big pimpin’, only trickin’ if i want to, yea
got her wet up in the whip now that’s a car pool, yea
me and money only people i can talk to, yea
weed bad for me, but it taste fantastic
can’t f+ck wit her, shorty fake, she plastic
i got my degree and i don’t take no classes
workin’ off the books, i don’t pay no taxes
lookin’ right through you like the champagne glasses
gotta wear the rubber can’t take no chances
chubby n+gga, i just want the cake no candles
i’m about have my n+gga jay rain dancin’ (jg!)
i don’t ever gotta keep the shoes clean
i just cop the new things n+gga that’s the routine, yea
i don’t ever gotta tie the shoe strings, yea
i be ballin’ hard as f+ck, you gotta two team, yea
talk crazy you gon’ see a mood swing, yea
you was ten toes, now you got a new team, yea
big chicken, i be whippin’ up the blue cheese, yea
big tippin i ain’t worried bout a few g’s yea
i been geekin’ off the hi+tech
swingin’ side to side
lookin’ like a n+gga ballroom dancin’
i keep switchin’ up the clientele, n+gga gotta eat
now i’m servin up the dog food, yea
bad brown thang and she go to law school, yea
big pimpin’, only trickin’ if i want to, yea
got her wet up in the whip now that’s a car pool, yea
me and money only people i can talk to, yea
jiggy n+gga still gettin paid no contract
baddie in the booth, f+cked around and got side tracked
n+gga i’ll bring it to your door, close combat
heard he want the smoke
i made his brother catch a contact
workin’ with the magic
i pull a rabbit out a top hat
if tb ever need the alley+oop
then imma lob that
i said f+ck a job and never had to get a job back
if you ever thinkin’ imma stop, you could stop that
twenty for the vvs
i ain’t with the chattin’, baby i ain’t tryna keke
i’m just tryna pull a hundred thousand outta td
blockin’ like a center, but i’m shootin’ like a pg
red bottoms, i ain’t to talkin’ flu games
if you talkin’ kicks n+gga, you can call me liu kang
got the chris breezy with the usher, that’s a new flame
went and got some karats on my neck, that’s a food chain
i been geekin’ off the hi+tech
swingin’ side to side
lookin’ like a n+gga ballroom dancin’
i keep switchin’ up the clientele, n+gga gotta eat
now i’m servin up the dog food, yea
bad brown thang and she go to law school, yea
big pimpin’, only trickin’ if i want to, yea
got her wet up in the whip now that’s a car pool, yea
me and money only people i can talk to, yea
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