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Dancing with the D*Vil
BIGBABYGUCCI
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Who are you?
It's-
Lil' shawty wanna dance with the Devil, put pedal to the metal
I put 'em in the grave, I don't even need a shovel
You know a nigga paid, come get up on this level
Just like I'm Johnny Cage, I keep the heavy metal
Deep inside yo' soul is me, I paid you a holder fee
They treat me like Jodeci, girl, you just a ho to me
These is not no rhinestones, switchin' up the time zones
I could never hate on you, I say get yo' shine on
And I know they fake the truth, I got racks and made it blue
I got poppers, shakers, too, anything to make it move
I'm no doc', but all these 'scripts on me, I might've went to school
I could tell the truth, but tell the truth, these niggas prolly losin'
Damn, my cup so dirty, I call this shit pollution
Bitch, you know it's in me, so I could never lose it
I'm a real chill young nigga 'til I pop out and use it
Damn, why these young hos all on the prostitution?
In the Benz truck with a valet, balance the blunt like ballet
Pull in with a bottle of Belaire, bring this shit to the driveway (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fully loaded crib, keep the blicky in the whip, ho
She stuck to my hips, I can't wife her 'cause she big throwin'
I flew in another bitch, I'm on duo lingo
I think I got a sweet tooth, smokin' on sour Skittles
Keep the G19 like I'm playin' Bingo (whoa)
Want a C, but it's done, I can't keep it simple (no)
I can't be humble, bitch, I'm too official (whoa)
Watch my money jump, and I watched it triple
Lil' shawty wanna dance with the Devil, put pedal to the metal
I put 'em in the grave, I don't even need a shovel
You know a nigga paid, come get up on this level
Just like I'm Johnny Cage, I keep the heavy metal
Deep inside yo' soul is me, I paid you a holder fee
They treat me like Jodeci, girl, you just a ho to me
These is not no rhinestones, switchin' up the time zones
I could never hate on you, I say get yo' shine on
And I know they fake the truth, I got racks and made it blue
I got poppers, shakers, too, anything to make it move
I'm no doc', but all these 'scripts on me, I might've went to school
I could tell the truth, but tell the truth, these niggas prolly losin'
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