Sinister Testo

Ah, shit
Lovell, you one crazy motherfucker
And I love you for that
And if anybody got a problem with you they got a problem with me, yeah

Do my dance, ya, do my dance I like
Do my dance, do my dance in that bitch
I do my dance, do my dance, ya
Do my dance, ayy, ya
Saw you at the party, you was faded
This shit so outdated, show me how to play this
Drive you to your crib because it's raining
Park up, then I came in, grip you on the way in
Strip you down, wipe that makeup off your face
Bitch, slow down, I ain't tryna run no race
Eat that pussy up, I forgot to say my grace
Drinking up this cup, I don't know my fucking place
Take you 'round with gang, 'cause you not no fucking fan
Show you 'round the city, I'm the boss up in this land
I been through so much, take a look inside my bag
All you see is money, this shit covers up my past, bitch

Ayy, you sensible, tell 'em send some more
Tryna make you mine but you a cannibal
Showing me your shit, it ain't original
Listen to your head, it's so simple
Think you ready but you walking with a limp though
Think you ready but that nigga got a pistol (Sweet), ayy
Do my dance, ya, do my dance I like
Do my dance, do my dance in that bitch
I do my dance, do my dance, ya
Do my dance, ayy, ya