| Ayo, this a freestyle by the way
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| Yeah, haha (Enviyon on the mix)
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| Yeah
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| I don’t wanna dance, I don’t wanna dance
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| I don’t wanna dance
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| There’s a blicky in my pants and I aim it at your mans, yeah
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| (Spazzin' out, Pluto)
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| I don’t wanna dance (Gang, gang, yuh, uh)
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| I don’t wanna dance (Gang, ayy, ayy)
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| I don’t wanna dance
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| There’s a blicky in my pants and I aim it at your mans (Okay, ayy, ayy)
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| I don’t want to dance, ahh, ayy
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| I’m not no dancer, ayy, ayy
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| Shorty wanna prance in my pants
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| But I tell her, «Baby, I’m not romancer»
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| I just copped a Benz, ayy (Skrrt)
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| But this ain’t for my friends, nah, ayy, ayy
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| Shawry on my line but she fine
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| But I told her I ain’t got no fucking time now (Oh, ayy)
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| I don’t wanna dance, I don’t wanna dance
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| I don’t wanna dance
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| There’s a blicky in my pants and I aim it at your mans (Yeah, yeah)
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| I don’t wanna dance, huh, yeah, I don’t wanna dance
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| I don’t wanna dance
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| There’s a blicky in my pants and I aim it at your mans (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| It’s a sticky in my pants so you know I ain’t no dancer
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| And I got the smoke if you niggas want some cancer (Whoo)
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| And I take a pussy boy, get some bands up (Whoo)
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| When I call, better make sure that they answer
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| I don’t dance, nah, nigga, I just Diddy Bop (Whoo)
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| Whip my blicky out we’ll make the city hop (Whoo)
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| And i’m feeling good, yeah, you got your blicky out (Whoo)
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| When you get it poppin', nigga, bring the stickies out
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| I don’t wanna die alone
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| Shorty won’t pick up my phone
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| I’m the king, this is my throne
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| Look how much that I’ve grown
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| I’m at the top now, finna drop down
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| Nigga talk shit, then his ass get shot down
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| Pull my Glock out, with the cocks out, huh
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| Nigga wanna talk on gang, you get mopped down, yuh
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| I don’t wanna dance, I don’t wanna dance
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| I don’t wanna dance
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| There’s a blicky in my pants and I aim it at your mans (Yeah, yeah)
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| I don’t wanna dance, huh, yeah, I don’t wanna dance
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| I don’t wanna dance
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| There’s a blicky in my pants and I aim it at your mans
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| Ooh, ooh, dancer
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| Ooh, I’m no romancer
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| Shawty wanna dance in my pants
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| But, lil' baby, I don’t do no form of ransom, mm, mm |