Night Lovell - Mr. Make Her Dance على يركيت

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Mr. Make Her Dance

Mr. Make Her Dance

Yeah, yeah, mic check, mic check, yeah
Ay
Slow dance, slow dance nigga, ay
Uh, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, okay, uh

January cold as fucking shit bitch
Get up off my phone, you only like me 'cause I'm sick, bitch
Yo boyfriend talking 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)
Thinking 'bout the crib and all my whips, bitch
I feel like I'm trapped like I can't move, I'm feeling boxed in
Tryna navigate this fucking world in my black skin
Asking 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 when I was glowing, I had this token
To take me away from all these motherfucking games they play

Niggas yelling 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 nigga 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 sucking till I finish
Niggas 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 glowing, I had this token
To take me away from all these motherfucking games they play

Niggas yelling 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

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