Do My Dance
(Dialogue)
Girl don’t tell me when I
Girl don’t tell me when I can
Do and not do my dance
(Bitch let me do my dance
Get the fuck away from me)
I said, girl don’t tell me when I can
Do and not do my dance
(Go stand in the corner over there
Imma do my dance over here aight)

(Intro)
Everything I wanted it came so hard
But its so damn easy to swipe the credit card
Hip hop is my bitch got her leg spread apart
Been catching ya’ll off guard with this avant-garde

(Verse)
Bitch I’m back now
Back that, BagBag
Raps without the backpack
I need the back tax
Backlash, nеver back track
Never back out, about this
And my outfit, black, black, black
Took thе back door, back board
Need a bat cave, big face
Rollie, shorty with the slim waist
Big lip haters, with the long face
Hit the big wig, get the business
Then I, dip, dip, dip
Like a bitch with extensions
All up in her mentions
Was about to give it up
But fucking the game was
Just so tempting
(Hold up, yeah)
Let me flip the script
Let me drift a bit
Disrupt the flow
And give you different spit
Let me switch the tone
Like reciprocals
Well y’all just tippy toed
I just dipped my tip (huh)
Coltrane in the flesh
Bold text, bitch confess
I could kill your whole team
You be booing your best
Trying to get from a to b
Shit you saying don’t connect
Can’t fuck with the physique
You be stuck on Bowflex
Selling this from my door to your door
Don’t need to be all dripped in Dior
To show I got more floss than the boss
Best dressed with no Patek or a Matic
That you can’t afford
I don’t need to no gold
All I need is silence
I need a moment
All I need timing
I don’t know if you noticed, but
Bitch only pressure makes diamonds
Get checked by the best, get pressed in the void
They stressing every time I be pressing record
First off I was being modest
Now I coming back with no remorse
Imma get my praise
Imma say my name
Imma say it loud
Imma say it proud
Imma build me a circus from
Every hater that clowned
Get a horse under the hood
For every time they turned me…..
Just needed communication
Dedication, liberation
Get you money and vindication
Me and Money ain’t sitting around
No more waiting
We be salivating
No more celebrating
Make moves on the cellphone
I didn’t level up, I just levitated
Getting sweet tell me where the lemonade is
Living life tailored, never annihilate us
It’s mine now or later, put your bitches down in labor
Cause I got that good dick, That good shit
The fo fo five, that wood tip
That ageless, that pay rent
I could just talk the truth all day
Buts its the ignorant rap that pay
Give you a catalogue full love songs
But my dumb songs got the most play
Pull the top back, top out
Hoes hop in, let them titties drop
Then these woman hop out
Yeah ya’ll hot now
Imma make you simmer down
I’m fact dealing, I’m passed chilling
Fucking ad-libing, ya’ll more like Rav 4
I’m Raf Simmons
Yours raps need a tombstone and nap
My raps need a passport and villa
Need a stage, and a million
Just needed a pen(pen)
To turn they snouts to the ceiling
Marijuana my odour, mafuckas is older
Dreaming about the same shit
But I never gave up
Came up with the same clique
But I doubled up
Now the raps is a double pump (yeah)
Let me change my rant
There’s been a slight little change in plans
Hey Sade, can I be your man?
Drop Cool like Lupe
Then do my dance, yeah
Let me do my dance
Girl won’t you let me
Do my dance
(Chorus)
Girl don't tell me when I can
Do and not do my dance
I said, girl dont tell me when I Can
Do and not do my dance