Correction Lyrics Don’t Wanna Dance by Pasto Flocco

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B*t*h, I'm on drugs, I don't wanna dance
I just copped designer pants
I know how you?feel,?it's how I?feel, you know I understand
Really, I?can't f**k with you, I guess I'm just not a fan
Had to get it from the dirt, bloody nose and bloody bangs
B*t*h, I'm counting cash right now
She give me her cat and I get right out
Broke her back, I ain't tryna touch her spine now
Come over to your crib, now I made it my house

Get hit, 'cause you walk with a gun now
Troublemaker he don't walk when the sun out
My plug retarded, he gave me a soda
Think about cash, all the way 'til the sun down
Neck tats, she wanna f**k
Hit on my phone and she giving it up
She be f**kin' with the whole gang
And the whole gang, we be messing it up
She my trap queen, bando
Handle, what's your handle?
Take you apart, yeah, dismantle, dismantle, dismantle
I'm gettin' bands, get this sh*t on a rack
Boy, don't let the clout get to your head
AR-15 and that's it, you dead
You sippin' on purple, you sippin' on meds
Yeah-eah-eah, I'm depressed now
Yeah-eah-eah, that's a touchdown
B*t*h, I'm on drugs, I don't wanna dance
I just copped designer pants
I know how you feel, it's how I feel, you know I understand
Really, I can't f**k with you, I guess I'm just not a fan
Had to get it from the dirt, bloody nose and bloody bangs
B*t*h, I'm counting cash right now
She give me her cat and I get right out
Broke her back, I ain't tryna touch her spine now
Come over to your crib, now I made it my house

Got a whole lot of emotion, her throat don't know how to approach it
Plotting like a praying mantis, yeah, I'm not a lotus
Yeah, I had to control all my feelings, yeah, I had to control it
Now it's going to my head, yeah, it's stacking, yeah, it's bloated
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten
I cannot f**k with you n***as, you n***as be worrying about all of the nonsense
I don't got no time to stall, let's get it on and poppin'
Now I feel sorry for all the b*t*hes that used to be floppin'
She don't worry about nobody, and I ain't holding on
Hey, I don't trust nobody, yeah, oh-no, yeah-yeah, yeah

B*t*h, I'm on drugs, I don't wanna dance
I just copped designer pants
I know how you feel, it's how I feel, you know I understand
Really, I can't f**k with you, I guess I'm just not a fan
Had to get it from the dirt, bloody nose and bloody bangs
B*t*h, I'm counting cash right now
She give me her cat and I get right out
Broke her back, I ain't tryna touch spine her now
Come over to your crib, now I made it my house

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