Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dance Moves, artist - Rio Da Yung OG.
Date of issue: 19.03.2020
Song language: English
Dance Moves |
Yeah |
This Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG (Flawless Victory Music) |
Boyz in this bitch, nigga |
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance |
Hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance |
You be actin', you ain’t really 'bout it, you a stuntman |
Get on the floor, act like you humpin', do that one dance |
Ayy, do that one dance |
Let me see you do that one dance |
I got my Glock inside the club in case we bump heads |
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance |
Get on the floor and hump the ground, do that one dance |
A thousand dollars for the jeans, these the one pants |
Make her bust it open, now she stretch it like the Jumpman |
You ain’t no boss, you hit the store for 'Woods, you the blunt man |
Security know what’s up with us when we come in |
They don’t check us, we can bring a twelve gauge pump in |
I snuck a forty in this bitch with a drum in it |
Thirty shots’ll make your car lean like Big Pun in it |
Bitch was in my face, her breath was stinkin', threw some gum in it |
The way she suck dick, her mouth only got gums in it |
You ain’t got no bread in your pocket, only crumbs in it |
Fuck three, that pussy was too wet, I bust in one minute |
Throw some money in the air, that’s a dance move |
If you ain’t got nothin' to throw, just make your hands move |
Give me a bag, I bet I’ll make the grams move |
Hit your daddy mama house with K’s, make your grams move |
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance |
Hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance |
You be actin', you ain’t really 'bout it, you a stuntman |
Get on the floor, act like you humpin', do that one dance |
Ayy, do that one dance |
Let me see you do that one dance |
I got my Glock inside the club in case we bump heads |
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance |
Look, man, get on the ground |
Hump the floor, act like you fuckin' a bitch |
You gotta air-fuck the bitch, man, you ain’t doin' it right |
Alright, now throw some money in the air, nigga |
I can’t really dance, so I just throw the money up |
One day I hit a nigga drank, he threw his stomach up |
I got a bad bitch with fake titties and a tummy tuck |
He tried to do the pape' dance and fucked his money up |
Goddamn, it only been three months, I put a hundred up |
He tried to race a Scatpack and fucked his Cutlass up |
Is he a dummy or what? |
I know a nigga worth an M that be bummy as fuck |
Five grams in a Backwood, this bitch ugly as fuck |
I put on deodorant, but the weed I got musty as fuck |
I don’t care what kind of drank I got, it’s a hundred and up |
This a three-five of Pink Runtz, that’s a hundred a blunt |
I’m that same lil' nigga from Keller, yeah, Lumpy son |
You swing on me, we beatin' your ass, ain’t no one-on-ones |
My nigga fuckin' with the cards, yeah, the 101s |
I’m in here gettin' teary-eyed 'cause I’m onion cuttin' |
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money, this the club dance |
Hit the food, bust a move, this the grub dance |
You be actin', you ain’t really 'bout it, you a stuntman |
Get on the floor, act like you humpin', do that one dance |
Ayy, do that one dance |
Let me see you do that one dance |
I got my Glock inside the club in case we bump heads |
Bounce your shoulders, throw some money up, do that one dance |