DANCER
Big Take
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Mmmh, She got the body of a dancer
I asked her name and she answered
She know I can buy her things, designer things
You know I keep my bands up
She tried to tell me I was handsome
Wanna take me to the crib, put it down on me
And show me what it is, uh uh
Wanna take me to the crib, put it down on me
And show me what it is, uh uh
Pussy not supposed to feel this good and I know
And she gon' ride, but she don't need no title
And hurry up and text me back or we gon' fight
And I won't hesitate to write you, no, no, no
Always expecting a response cause she's mine
And even if it's 3:05 at night, I'm coming over
Call Juss up for the Rolls Royce chauffeur
Late night spaghetti with the garlic bread toasted
New York nigga, I keep some butters for the toaster
New York freaky bitch, give me throatems in the ghost (yea)
Pull up in some Skims or Fashion Nova
So let's rock like woah, come and shake it like shoulders
So many bricks of ones, they can't fold 'em
Rapper and a dancer, a reality show
A got a thing for always tapping these hoes
Everybody else in reality knows
Mmmh, She got the body of a dancer
I asked her name and she answered
She know I can buy her things, designer things
You know I keep my bands up
She tried to tell me I was handsome
Wanna take me to the crib, put it down on me
And show me what it is, uh uh
Wanna take me to the crib, put it down on me
And show me what it is, uh uh
If you won't leave, then we gon' ride out
You with me, so you all mine now
Like my bop and I know your body
I'ma hit you for your room number when I'm in the lobby
It's getting physical, I'm feeling your touch
It feel different when you only get this feeling with us
Back shots, I be filling you up
And you say you cum faster with my thumb in ya
You move your body like a snake
Gotta be from Harlem how you shake it
Need it right now, I ain't waiting
Know I can get impatient
And when it come to you, I ain't playing
Mmmh, She got the body of a dancer
I asked her name and she answered
She know I can buy her things, designer things
You know I keep my bands up
She tried to tell me I was handsome
Wanna take me to the crib, put it down on me
And show me what it is, uh uh
Wanna take me to the crib, put it down on me
And show me what it is, uh uh