CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : On My DanceHall
Got a bad b*t*h, you know that she hate me
Trippin', why these n***as thinkin' they made me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Fly outta town and you know I go crazy (Ooh)
I bring [?], that .35 cost eighty (Ooh, ooh)
Tryna be on a island in Jamaica (Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' with [?] b*t*h, and I face her (Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' and swimmin', I face her (Ooh)
Your b*t*h on her knees but I didn't make her (Ooh, ooh)
Your b*t*h in my house but I did not take her (Ooh)
Got drug through my hands, the real undertaker (Ooh, ooh)
I roll up a Dola, that's a facer (Ooh, ooh)
I talk to my demon, I can't face her (Ooh, ooh)
I try make a n***a run like the Pacer
Pile of dirty shoes and sh*t and Blue Tracers (Ooh, ooh)
At school I didn't use the pencil or eraser (Ooh, ooh)
At school I didn't use my brain, f**k that paper (Ooh, ooh)
I think they look up to me like a savior
I like designer sh*t, I got flavor (Goddamn)
I might delete them, no tracer
Damn, she a bad b*t*h with good behavior (Goddamn)
(Like stop playin') Damn, do we really give a f**k what the opps sayin'? (Goddamn)
Pull a lotta couple toys if the opps playin' (Yeah)
You ain't never seen our eyes when a opp, when a opp prayin' (Yeah)
Yeah, I gotta opp thot, man
That is not my b*t*h, that's a bot, man (Ooh, man)
And that choppa make him do hopscotch, man (Yeah)
You ain't do this, n***a, I can't stop, man (Ooh, man)
Young a** n***a in this sh*t, I put my heart in this sh*t (Yeah)
'Cause deep down I know that I started this sh*t (Ooh, ooh)
And I'm real glad to be part of this sh*t (Ooh)
Chains on my neck, it's a party in this b*t*h (Ooh, ooh)
I told her, "Don't lie" (Ooh)
It's okay if you talk to that guy (Ooh)
He ain't with it, he ain't fly (Ooh)
We'll shoot, not even in the sky (Ooh, ooh)
But he claim that he like that (Ooh)
Wear his chain 'cause I like that (Ooh, ooh)
But she really, really want me to love back (Ooh)
Work that sh*t, put it for me, I love that (Ooh, ooh)
Know she lust, so I lust back (Ooh)
And I'm smokin' on Thraxx, that's that must pack (Ooh, ooh)
And I gotta get rest, that's a must, man (Ooh)
Swear the small things in life, gotta love that (Ooh)
Before it could be too late just love back (Ooh)
'Fore you lost and you lookin' for love, man (Ooh, ooh)
All she askin' for more, I just shrug, man (Shrug, man)
Swear I love all my bros, give me hug, man (Ooh, ooh)
Trippin', why these n***as thinkin' they made me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Fly outta town and you know I go crazy (Ooh)
I bring [?], that .35 cost eighty (Ooh, ooh)
Tryna be on a island in Jamaica (Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' with [?] b*t*h, and I face her (Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' and swimmin', I face her (Ooh)
Your b*t*h on her knees but I didn't make her (Ooh, ooh)
Your b*t*h in my house but I did not take her (Ooh)
Got drug through my hands, the real undertaker (Ooh, ooh)
I roll up a Dola, that's a facer (Ooh, ooh)
I talk to my demon, I can't face her (Ooh, ooh)
I try make a n***a run like the Pacer
Pile of dirty shoes and sh*t and Blue Tracers (Ooh, ooh)
At school I didn't use the pencil or eraser (Ooh, ooh)
At school I didn't use my brain, f**k that paper (Ooh, ooh)
I think they look up to me like a savior
I like designer sh*t, I got flavor (Goddamn)
I might delete them, no tracer
Damn, she a bad b*t*h with good behavior (Goddamn)
(Like stop playin') Damn, do we really give a f**k what the opps sayin'? (Goddamn)
Pull a lotta couple toys if the opps playin' (Yeah)
You ain't never seen our eyes when a opp, when a opp prayin' (Yeah)
Yeah, I gotta opp thot, man
That is not my b*t*h, that's a bot, man (Ooh, man)
And that choppa make him do hopscotch, man (Yeah)
You ain't do this, n***a, I can't stop, man (Ooh, man)
Young a** n***a in this sh*t, I put my heart in this sh*t (Yeah)
'Cause deep down I know that I started this sh*t (Ooh, ooh)
And I'm real glad to be part of this sh*t (Ooh)
Chains on my neck, it's a party in this b*t*h (Ooh, ooh)
I told her, "Don't lie" (Ooh)
It's okay if you talk to that guy (Ooh)
He ain't with it, he ain't fly (Ooh)
We'll shoot, not even in the sky (Ooh, ooh)
But he claim that he like that (Ooh)
Wear his chain 'cause I like that (Ooh, ooh)
But she really, really want me to love back (Ooh)
Work that sh*t, put it for me, I love that (Ooh, ooh)
Know she lust, so I lust back (Ooh)
And I'm smokin' on Thraxx, that's that must pack (Ooh, ooh)
And I gotta get rest, that's a must, man (Ooh)
Swear the small things in life, gotta love that (Ooh)
Before it could be too late just love back (Ooh)
'Fore you lost and you lookin' for love, man (Ooh, ooh)
All she askin' for more, I just shrug, man (Shrug, man)
Swear I love all my bros, give me hug, man (Ooh, ooh)
