Beautiful Dancer

Lyrics
[Intro] (Young DTM in this motherfucker, man) [Chorus] And that ho mixed like a panda, her name Hannah Ain't gon' cap, beautiful dancer Ain't gon' cap, beautiful dancer, how she throwin' And that bitch kinda hard to handle And that bitch kinda hard to handle, lil' ho foreign I might buy her Gucci sandals if she ain't borin' If she fuck me good, I buy her shit, 'cause she important Hit my 'migo up, I'm buyin' shit that he importin' When I was broke, I stick up, rob a nigga for clean Jordans When I wake up, pour a four and have a lean mornin' [Verse] Wake up, "Where a perc?" the first thing on my conscience Skippin' school, my momma mad, failed all my assignments Mad as fuck, my weed out, I'm roach findin' Bangin' B, my lil' brother a sunshine My lil' brother shoot like he on crunch time Skippin' school, only came back when it's lunch time My lil' bro a fool, how he work the damn stick Freak hoes in the pool, tryna suck my damn dick Percocet, I'm cool, when I take this damn shit Percocet, I'm cool, when I take this damn shit Wake up and pop two, and fuck on my damn bitch Ho finna hit the strip pole, get her damn rent She shake her ass on the strip pole to pay her damn rent We send shots outside this fishbowl, ain't got no damn tint Walk inside the Saks Fifth, and we spendin' I just hopped inside the coupe, AMG on the engine Screamin' free my woadie out, they said his case pending My first day inside the traphouse, I count cake, chicken Uh, I swear to God, every method we do stay hittin' I go to the Ruth's Chris and I order steak and shrimp Yeah, this bitch got fat ass, I might have to make it [?] [Chorus] And that ho mixed like a panda, her name Hannah Ain't gon' cap, beautiful dancer Ain't gon' cap, beautiful dancer, how she throwin' And that bitch kinda hard to handle And that bitch kinda hard to handle, lil' ho foreign I might buy her Gucci sandals if she ain't borin' If she fuck me good, I buy her shit, 'cause she important Hit my 'migo up, I'm buyin' shit that he importin' When I was broke, I stick up, rob a nigga for clean Jordans When I wake up, pour a four and have a lean mornin'
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- Writers
- RRoxket