Young Thug - Dance Lyrics

Rich gang, YSL 2 on deck
I swear to God I'mma ride and die for my niggas till I'm dead
Skeeted off in a Bentley, getting trailed by a drophead
Future told you best, y'all shit's f*cking block it
I ain't playing a game with my quarter
Bitches wanna f*ck, that bankroll fatter than a whopper
Young motherf*ckin' crimestopper
He ain't rich pop the collar impostor
Work on me like a disaster, big blunt like a rasta
Big JJ walked in this bitch with a K with hundred round drum on it
Drop bombs on it, if my nigga get caught, I got some on it
I'm eating nigga, Chee Chow Chung on it
Yeah, chain on me, chain on me
And I'mma let a J get the crumbs on it
My jeweler blinding me, blinding me
Ho yeah I'm shining B, shining B
Just like a diamond
Yeah I'm cooking that fishscale, like a salmon
Bae I could take you to Switzerland like Yah Mon
And all of your trap spots beating like alpine

Do your f*cking dance
Do your f*cking, do your f*cking, do your f*cking dance
Do your f*cking, do your f*cking, do your f*cking dance
Do your f*cking, do your f*cking, do your f*cking dance

Do your f*cking dance
Do your f*cking, do your f*cking, do your f*cking dance
Do your f*cking, do your f*cking, do your f*cking dance
Do your f*cking, do your f*cking, do your f*cking dance

Wash that lil' pussy and bring it to me
Jump in that water just like a little fish
You know I'm streets
And I might catch a body this week
Pull up, knock your head off, for show
I heard you tried them boys oh no and so
Bitch I got white like Santa Claus, I'm holding
May bless howing my summer hoe, oh oh
I do not judge your Jesus piece (I got my own)
You might be bool if you not speak to me
I would keep it in the street
I'll accept your apology
That's my motherf*cking girl
She stay down with Thugger and I'mma give her the world
I ain't gone never stop until you in Thugger world
I'll marry you right inside this club, no boys and girls