You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Aye hold up
Bring your friends over
Lets play a game legs over shoulder
You're the boat and I'm the motor
Messy With Hennessey
Mix it, mix it, mix it, with the soda
We can bring more up
Bring the cups then imma pour up
Shawty fine, she divine
Trying to make her mine
We can take our time
Real niggas mate for life
Bitch niggas snitch and lie
Breaking hearts think they fly
I aint gotta try
I'm not that kind of that guy
I'm Certified
I'm the type of guy you can trust
I'm the one the bitches love
They say they love me but its lust
I've had enough
Of using thots
Sick of that plot
It's really not
What I thought or
What I want
Even that ass like the juggernaut
She doing squats coz she know that's what bala want
Imma put her on
Louis Vuitton
On her f*cking arm
Two's a charm
That's a false alarm
No harm
I aint spending money on a girl unless she is the one
You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
This a hot jam she do anything for bands
She acting up like a freak French kissing her friends aye
God damn when she posting up on the gram
She rocking them hella likes because she slim thick in her pants
Bands will make her dance, Bands will make her dance
Got my wrist flick right I'm sure you understand
Now I know you aint got a man but you gone make me fall in love with you
I'm addicted to that ass now super soak that whistle aye
She like them girls the ones I like aye
Thick in her thighs yeah that's my type aye
Plus she gotta have a thick waist when I put it on her face
Girl I know you wanna taste it
Locked and loaded like a gun
I got her super soaking just having a little fun
Promise you gone fall in love if you make it to the end
She fell in love with the dick you aint gotta pretend okay
You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Zander Digital - Make You Dance (feat. DC) Lyrics
Zander Digital - Make You Dance (feat. DC) Lyrics
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You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Aye hold up
Bring your friends over
Lets play a game legs over shoulder
You're the boat and I'm the motor
Messy With Hennessey
Mix it, mix it, mix it, with the soda
We can bring more up
Bring the cups then imma pour up
Shawty fine, she divine
Trying to make her mine
We can take our time
Real niggas mate for life
Bitch niggas snitch and lie
Breaking hearts think they fly
I aint gotta try
I'm not that kind of that guy
I'm Certified
I'm the type of guy you can trust
I'm the one the bitches love
They say they love me but its lust
I've had enough
Of using thots
Sick of that plot
It's really not
What I thought or
What I want
Even that ass like the juggernaut
She doing squats coz she know that's what bala want
Imma put her on
Louis Vuitton
On her f*cking arm
Two's a charm
That's a false alarm
No harm
I aint spending money on a girl unless she is the one
You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
This a hot jam she do anything for bands
She acting up like a freak French kissing her friends aye
God damn when she posting up on the gram
She rocking them hella likes because she slim thick in her pants
Bands will make her dance, Bands will make her dance
Got my wrist flick right I'm sure you understand
Now I know you aint got a man but you gone make me fall in love with you
I'm addicted to that ass now super soak that whistle aye
She like them girls the ones I like aye
Thick in her thighs yeah that's my type aye
Plus she gotta have a thick waist when I put it on her face
Girl I know you wanna taste it
Locked and loaded like a gun
I got her super soaking just having a little fun
Promise you gone fall in love if you make it to the end
She fell in love with the dick you aint gotta pretend okay
You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Aye hold up
Bring your friends over
Lets play a game legs over shoulder
You're the boat and I'm the motor
Messy With Hennessey
Mix it, mix it, mix it, with the soda
We can bring more up
Bring the cups then imma pour up
Shawty fine, she divine
Trying to make her mine
We can take our time
Real niggas mate for life
Bitch niggas snitch and lie
Breaking hearts think they fly
I aint gotta try
I'm not that kind of that guy
I'm Certified
I'm the type of guy you can trust
I'm the one the bitches love
They say they love me but its lust
I've had enough
Of using thots
Sick of that plot
It's really not
What I thought or
What I want
Even that ass like the juggernaut
She doing squats coz she know that's what bala want
Imma put her on
Louis Vuitton
On her f*cking arm
Two's a charm
That's a false alarm
No harm
I aint spending money on a girl unless she is the one
You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
This a hot jam she do anything for bands
She acting up like a freak French kissing her friends aye
God damn when she posting up on the gram
She rocking them hella likes because she slim thick in her pants
Bands will make her dance, Bands will make her dance
Got my wrist flick right I'm sure you understand
Now I know you aint got a man but you gone make me fall in love with you
I'm addicted to that ass now super soak that whistle aye
She like them girls the ones I like aye
Thick in her thighs yeah that's my type aye
Plus she gotta have a thick waist when I put it on her face
Girl I know you wanna taste it
Locked and loaded like a gun
I got her super soaking just having a little fun
Promise you gone fall in love if you make it to the end
She fell in love with the dick you aint gotta pretend okay
You aint gotta pretend that you got a man
Even if you do you'll be mine in the end
50's in my hands hands make a bala spend
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Dance
Dance
For the bands
Gimmie gimmie chance chance
I can make you dance
Writer: Alexander Singe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid