Correction Lyrics I Don’t Dance! by Nascar Aloe

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Lyrics

There's only one race, the human race
What about NASCAR?
Haha, show yo' t**ties, b*t*h (Pu**y boy, you heard)
What, you thought I was gon' dance?
You know what the f**k goin' on
Haha
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh

B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, I don't f**kin' dance)
B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, I don't f**kin' dance)
B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, I don't f**kin' dance)
B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, ayy, b*t*h)

I don't rock no D**kies, b*t*h, I rather rock Ricks (Ricks)
I will chase a chump down and he get popped with chopsticks (Grra, grra)
Ayy, I look up at the sky and it's dark than a b*t*h (Dark)
'Cause I slide in the night if they wanna talk sh*t, b*t*h
Ayy, these pu**y boys dancing, just like they was at prom (Haha)
I was raised by my dad, b*t*h, I barely see my mom (Yeah, yeah)
And you know I keep a bad b*t*h, my hand in her thong
Boy, you out here smokin' average, I'm smokin' on that strong (Awoo, b*t*h)
Cage me, free me, release me (Yeah)
When I'm in the mosh, beat him down 'til he bleeding (Yeah)
B*t*h, I'll take your spot, cut you off, I'm deleting
Ain't no f**kin' goth, I'm a god, I'm the deity (Ayy)
I don't f**kin' dance, ho, I like to fistfight
Gucci bag from Japan and it's filled with zip ties
Get as far as you can when it hit midnight
I ain't no regular man, b*t*h, I'm exorcist-like, yeah
B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, I don't f**kin' dance)
B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, I don't f**kin' dance)
B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, I don't f**kin' dance)
B*t*h, I don't dance (I don't f**kin' dance, ayy, b*t*h, b*t*h)

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