CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Make Her Dance
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Broke nigga, where your cake at? (God damn)
Tell her that I love her, I'm a [?]
When this bloodshed, nigga, you can't take back (Hit your mans)
Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drake at?
Crest nigga, real cut throat
Niggas dissing but they unknown
Tryna find a dick, bitch, get the fuck on
Big .40, deuce, deuce, we don't bust those (Nigga)
You can find them where them thugs be
Bitch broke, you can't fuck me (Can't fuck me)
MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)
We want war, nigga, fuck peace, nigga
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
I done spent over 50 just to stay high (Bitch)
All my niggas pissed, not no canines
I don't give a fuck about the bitch if she ain't mine
You nigga hatin' through the grape vine
Bitch, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time
Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
Bitch, this a Glock 20 not no [?] 5
And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying
I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb
AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy Gun
Kill 'Tech with the [?], look like a Shotty Pump
You niggas was a hundred deep, [?]
instant, when I caught the leader, I'ma contest him
This P-Lo bass, Siri, this [?]
How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract
Yeah, that shit sound goo, but y'all talking not facts
And that ain't this nigga and this is not that
Not a dollar in their pocket, but these niggas got [?]
Don't know where you lips been, nigga, we cannot [?]
All my niggas play their roles and I'm the fucking top hat (Bitch!)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Nigga, I could take your bitch in my bad clothes
And nigga if I was a cuff, I'd have mad hoes
And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold
And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
Who the fuck these niggas think they is? They ain't got no bands
Bitch, and it's Stricly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends
Bitch, I ain't never been that nigga that a hoe hates
Bitch, you could get your ass stripped, you in Broham
And I'd still be that nigga if I wasn't famous
Don't give a fuck about your nigga or no reputation
We all bleed, nigga, jump and meet your exploration
And I be smoking burner packs, so I be hella faded
And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man
I'ma grow, went up a bag, as long as my [?] can
Nigga I ain't switching up on the gang or my dead mans
And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Broke nigga, where your cake at? (God damn)
Tell her that I love her, I'm a [?]
When this bloodshed, nigga, you can't take back (Hit your mans)
Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drake at?
Crest nigga, real cut throat
Niggas dissing but they unknown
Tryna find a dick, bitch, get the fuck on
Big .40, deuce, deuce, we don't bust those (Nigga)
You can find them where them thugs be
Bitch broke, you can't fuck me (Can't fuck me)
MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)
We want war, nigga, fuck peace, nigga
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
I done spent over 50 just to stay high (Bitch)
All my niggas pissed, not no canines
I don't give a fuck about the bitch if she ain't mine
You nigga hatin' through the grape vine
Bitch, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time
Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
Bitch, this a Glock 20 not no [?] 5
And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying
I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb
AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy Gun
Kill 'Tech with the [?], look like a Shotty Pump
You niggas was a hundred deep, [?]
instant, when I caught the leader, I'ma contest him
This P-Lo bass, Siri, this [?]
How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract
Yeah, that shit sound goo, but y'all talking not facts
And that ain't this nigga and this is not that
Not a dollar in their pocket, but these niggas got [?]
Don't know where you lips been, nigga, we cannot [?]
All my niggas play their roles and I'm the fucking top hat (Bitch!)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Nigga, I could take your bitch in my bad clothes
And nigga if I was a cuff, I'd have mad hoes
And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold
And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
Who the fuck these niggas think they is? They ain't got no bands
Bitch, and it's Stricly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends
Bitch, I ain't never been that nigga that a hoe hates
Bitch, you could get your ass stripped, you in Broham
And I'd still be that nigga if I wasn't famous
Don't give a fuck about your nigga or no reputation
We all bleed, nigga, jump and meet your exploration
And I be smoking burner packs, so I be hella faded
And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man
I'ma grow, went up a bag, as long as my [?] can
Nigga I ain't switching up on the gang or my dead mans
And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans)
Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
