Dancing with the stars

Lyrics

[Intro] Nah, I heard you [Verse 1] I asked the man in the mirror "who's the best of them all?' (Who?) She wanna spruce up our sex life, she give me neck in the mall (Get me right) My brother said he'll take the charge, we there to protect if we fall For many moons, [?] heart just to sit next to the stars Fuck dancing with the stars, I been juggling broads (Goin' crazy) On broadway with a different broad, you been strugglin' hard (You been doing bad) Let me elaborate Needed a hand of help, I passed away Gave my lovers a due date like they passed away I had some things stashed away, that was the fastest way And when they ask me where that bread, I be like, "that'a way" Sadhu brought me in the game to bring awareness And to tell you that this industry don't operate on fairness (Oh no) Your bitch is throwing it at me, it's an [?] (Oh, that's not real) I had to get her something from Nordstrom like, "look, just wear this" (Nah, I had to get you right, ma, you gotta be fly like me) Like look, just wear this (You know what I mean) Hear me? (You gotta get right) [Chorus] For my live niggas, pistols in the air Live bitches who got inches in they hair Fuck where we at, we get it popping anywhere Huh, anywhere, huh, anywhere Live niggas, put ya pistols in the air Live bitches who got inches in they hair (What's good, ma?) Fuck where we at, we get it popping anywhere Huh, anywhere, huh, anywhere [Verse 2] (Ayo, my nigga) (Ayo, Jah, you like the greatest nigga to do this shit, boy) (Man, niggas not fucking with you, what you bring to the game, nigga) (Let 'em know) Didn't have no time to clown around the second time around I need you to be on your Ps and Qs whenever I'm around Probably think she could try me now, but that was yesterday (That was last year, ma) But for that bag, I'm no Dave Chapelle, I'm not steppin' away (Nah, I'm here, what we doing) Investing in my bitch and made triple (I did) You let the label drop your album and they gave you a nickel (Wow) With the offer they presented, I was tickled (Oh no, that was funny) I was wrong for hittin' my plug, but he was fickle (Pussy, get right) Triple double, put my girl in the huddle I'm James Harden goin' to Houston, outside, might cop the bubble (Wow) Not saying she a golddigger but damn sure got her several (She does) Just know it's with me like a married couple, hold on (It's on me) We outside, you in the house watchin' everyday struggle (Pussy) Everyday for you is a struggle (You're down bad, bro) All these hoes think I'm the last piece to they puzzle (When I'm not) But me, I'm feeling puzzled [Chorus] For my live niggas, pistols in the air Live bitches who got inches in they hair Fuck where we at, we get it popping anywhere Huh, anywhere, huh, anywhere Live niggas, put ya pistols in the air (What's good, ma?) Live bitches who got inches in they hair Fuck where we at, we get it popping anywhere Huh, anywhere, huh, anywhere