Mr. Make Her Dance

Yeah, yeah, mic check, mic check, yeah

Ay

Slow dance, slow dance ****, ay

Uh, uh

Uh, ay, ay

Uh, okay, uh

January cold as fuckin' shit bitch

Get up off my phone, you only like me 'cause I'm sick, bitch

Yo boyfriend talkin' shit, I ain't shy to send him the sticks, bitch

Its icy so I guess we just gon' catch him when he slips, bitch

(Gon' catch him when he)

Thinkin' 'bout the crib and all my whips, bitch

I feel like I'm trapped like I can't move, I'm feelin' boxed in

Tryna navigate this fuckin' world in my black skin

Askin' me these questions, I reply with well who's askin'?

Don't let nobody step in

I think I'm really floating, my soul is stolen and broken

I have this feeling like, every single day

Back then I was glowin', I had this token

To take me away from all these motherfuckin' games they play

**** yellin' what the bloodclaat

Leave you wit' your blood clot

I left all my thoughts in a box far away

Aw yeah

Call me Mr. Make-her-dance

She takes off her clothes, I delay my plans

Aw yeah

Why that **** acting like a big stepper?

Yo bitch said she'd leave your ass for me when I met her

I tell shorty shut up 'cause she likes to scream when I sex her

Tell me you can't find nobody better

Lately I've been burning bridges

(Aw)

Bags under my eyes 'cause I don't sleep until I'm finished

Foreign shorty Finnish, don't stop suckin' till I finish

**** ask me how I'm sane if I'm surrounded by this gold

Or the hoes or the clothes

I feel I'm really floating, my soul is stolen and broken

I have this feeling like, every single day

Back when I was glowin', I had this token

To take me away from all these motherfuckin' games they play

**** yellin' what the bloodclaat

Leave you wit' your blood clot

I left all my thoughts in a box far away

Uh, yeah

Call me Mr. Make-her-dance

She takes off her clothes, I delay my plans

Okay, yeah