Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dance Moves, artist - PDE ESCOBAR
Date of issue: 31.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dance Moves |
Cook that shit up, Quay |
Zone 6 shit, nigga |
It’s Pablo Escobar, nigga |
Know what I’m sayin'? |
Quay cooked this shit up, man |
Yeah |
Racks in my pocket, I walk with a wad up |
VS1 chains, they motherfuckin' water (ooh) |
Dick on the Glock, I’ma slaughter your daughter (bow bow bow) |
Rockin' Cartier, I look like Arthur (Cartier) |
These niggas flexin', I don’t even bother (they flexin') |
He got Gelato, we smoke out the (Gelato) |
Pull up at the trap and get you a bottle (pull up) |
1'5 nigga, I ride with the Carter (1'5) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
She wanna fuck, I’ma make her choose |
I’m a player, nigga, and I can’t lose (I'm a player) |
Just bought a PT, finna cruise (PT Cruiser) |
Ice on my neck like I’m helpin' a bruise (ice) |
Rich hood nigga, got money like Jews (Hoodrich) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
These niggas, they really be flexin' (what else) |
Fuck on that ho, it’s so wet, it’s a mess (ooh, ooh) |
Come to the trap, can’t pay no less (trap) |
Candler Road, trap out the eagle’s nest (1'5) |
Me and Escobar on Bouldercrest |
Poppin' these pills and we livin' with no regrets (ooh) |
Rich for life, nigga, a walkin' check (rich nigga) |
Gold on my neck like a treasure chest (gold) |
Trip on your neck, don’t invest in a vest (ba-boom) |
Escobar geekin' off Xans, I’m next (damn) |
Roll up Gelato, I’m smokin' the best (Gelato) |
Quit all that cappin', you know where we at (cap ass niggas) |
AKA bullets’ll knock off your head (bow bow bow) |
Whippin' them bricks, I done fucked up my bed (whip, whip) |
Ooh, yeah, I fucked up my reach |
Canary yellow diamonds, they look like piss |
You been in the hood, but you never hit a lick (hood) |
I’m ridin' through the city with a motherfuckin' brick |
Hold up, stop on Gresham (yeah) |
The Texaco where I might flex ‘em (on God) |
Yeah, I don’t like the Bentley so I bought the Tesla |
All of my bad niggas buy the compressor |
Yeah, yeah, I really need extras (I did) |
Woah, woah, my diamonds is special (they is special) |
Racks in my pocket, I walk with a wad up |
VS1 chains, they motherfuckin' water (ooh) |
Dick on the Glock, I’ma slaughter your daughter (bow bow bow) |
Rockin' Cartier, I look like Arthur (Cartier) |
These niggas flexin', I don’t even bother (they flexin') |
He got Gelato, we smoke out the (Gelato) |
Pull up at the trap and get you a bottle (pull up) |
1'5 nigga, I ride with the Carter (1'5) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
She wanna fuck, I’ma make her choose |
I’m a player, nigga, and I can’t lose (I'm a player) |
Just bought a PT, finna cruise (PT Cruiser) |
Ice on my neck like I’m helpin' a bruise (ice) |
Rich hood nigga, got money like Jews (Hoodrich) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
Yeah, 4L nigga got guns like the pawn shop |
Yeah, woah, 1'5 move and your ass get popped (boom) |
All of my diamonds, they flip flop |
Ride through the city in the motherfuckin' drop top (skrt) |
Hollows they hit you, they make your heart stop |
How you cook the dope out the motherfuckin' crock pot? |
Ooh, yeah, tell 'em again |
Pablo and Escobar, yeah, we the twins (Pablo) |
Ooh, yeah, I got the juice |
All of my killers, they like to take boot (boot up) |
50 racks on me and half of them blue |
Jump out foreign with a parachute (skrt) |
Half of my money pink, half of it blue (half) |
The FN8 bullets gon' chop out the tool (bow bow bow bow bow bow) |
Escobar Pablo, Pablo Escobar (yeah) |
Shoot you like Ricky shot Gun in the car (yeah, Ricky) |
Count up the racks while I pray to Allah (count it up) |
Both pockets stuffed with an A and a R (in my pockets) |
Tennis chains on, you can see ‘em from afar (look at that) |
Spedin' money like it was no tomorrow (spendin' this shit) |
Come to the trap like that shit was a job |
Trap member shoot you in the motherfuckin' jaw (on God) |
Racks in my pocket, I walk with a wad up |
VS1 chains, they motherfuckin' water (ooh) |
Dick on the Glock, I’ma slaughter your daughter (bow bow bow) |
Rockin' Cartier, I look like Arthur (Cartier) |
These niggas flexin', I don’t even bother (they flexin') |
He got Gelato, we smoke out the (Gelato) |
Pull up at the trap and get you a bottle (pull up) |
1'5 nigga, I ride with the Carter (1'5) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
She wanna fuck, I’ma make her choose |
I’m a player, nigga, and I can’t lose (I'm a player) |
Just bought a PT, finna cruise (PT Cruiser) |
Ice on my neck like I’m helpin' a bruise (ice) |
Rich hood nigga, got money like Jews (Hoodrich) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |
Yeah, my diamonds make dance moves (dance) |