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young opb - dirty dancer lyrics

[intro-hook]
pour another 8 up in the fanta
i just scooped another b-tch, i think her name is hannah
racks all in my pocket, now she thinking i’m a scammer
she gone bust it open cause that b-tch a dirty dancer (dirty dancer)
lights, camera, action, she gone bust it for the camera (bust it for the camera)
yo b-tch on my lap, so much i think she think i’m santa (think i’m santa)
drinking so much actavis, they think i’m from atlanta (from atlanta)
i’m so f-ckin’ high man, i can’t even understand ya (understand ya)

[verse 1]
you don’t want no smoke (nahh)
all these n-ggas playing, i ain’t really tryna joke (ain’t tryna joke)
pull up on a n-gga and let down the window (let down the window)
cl!ck, clack, smoke ’em like some indo (uhh)
i’m a let these p-ssy n-ggas have it (have it)
just because i ain’t 21, don’t mean i ain’t a savage (savage)
yo b-tch on my d-ck, i ain’t wanna so i p-ssed it (p-ssed it)
i can take yo b-tch and make her disappear like magic (magic)
remember them days we ain’t have it
now my n-ggas, yeah they all livin’ lavish
now my n-ggas, ballin’ all like the mavericks
money flipping like it’s doing gymnastics
n-ggas talking, they don’t really want static
tryna run up and get put in a casket
couple of shooters like they are up on the magic’s
all you p-ssy n-ggas soft like some plastic

[hook]
pour another 8 up in the fanta
i just scooped another b-tch, i think her name is hannah
racks all in my pocket, now she thinking i’m a scammer
she gone bust it open cause that b-tch a dirty dancer (dirty dancer)
lights, camera, action, she gone bust it for the camera (bust it for the camera)
yo b-tch on my lap, so much i think she think i’m santa (think i’m santa)
drinking so much actavis, they think i’m from atlanta (from atlanta)
i’m so f-ckin’ high man, i can’t even understand ya (understand ya)

[verse 2]
all these n-ggas hatin’ on me because i came up (came)
trying to call my phone and all i do is hang up (hang)
i can’t trust no n-gga, so i keep that thang tucked (thang)
try to run up on me, you gone hear that thang bust (that thang)
it’s game over, don’t change over
my heart cold, my chain colder, my name bolder
i skrrt off in the range rover and change chauffeurs
i hit yo b-tch, she came over, but i ain’t know her
na i ain’t know her

[outro-hook]
pour another 8 up in the fanta
i just scooped another b-tch, i think her name is hannah
racks all in my pocket, now she thinking i’m a scammer
she gone bust it open cause that b-tch a dirty dancer (dirty dancer)
lights, camera, action, she gone bust it for the camera (bust it for the camera)
yo b-tch on my lap, so much i think she think i’m santa (think i’m santa)
drinking so much actavis, they think i’m from atlanta (from atlanta)
i’m so f-ckin’ high man, i can’t even understand ya (understand ya)

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