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My Lil Dance – Hotboy Wes Feat. Gucci Mane Video Mp4

My Lil Dance – Hotboy Wes Feat. Gucci Mane Lyrics

Singer: Hotboy Wes, Gucci Mane
Composer: Hotboy Wes, Gucci Mane
Lyrics by: Hotboy Wes, Gucci Mane

Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave
Mop it up, mop it up
Do my lil’ dance with this ho, you hear?
Crack my sh*t on this ho

They got me crackin’ my sh*t
If you in the trenches, they trap with a stick
They lock me up and they shackle my wrist
I slept on a man, now I’m back in the mix
You ain’t no savage, don’t lie to me, ni**a
I’m from the apartments, my heart in the trenches
Catch me in traffic, a ‘rari, I’m whippin’
And I’m scratchin’ off like a lottery ticket
You told on your dawg, that’s a scar on your image
The longer the story, the shorter your sentence
Most of these ni**as gon’ do that

Go put a hole in this 2x (boom, boom)
I came up from nothin’, I’m straight out the gutter
You ni**as can’t grow where I grew at
I f**k on your ho and you not gonna do it
You know I’ma holler out, “who that?”
I bring that bi**h to your doorbell
Louis v sounds on my coat tale
I used to trap out a motel
Ni**as be hatin’, but oh, well
Under my coat where the tool at
If you want smoke, we can do that
And in, ain’t no smoke ’cause I blew that
Ayy, look how he dance, how he do that?

Look out lil ho, let me do my lil dance
That ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pants
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That’s my lil steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up

12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em up
Look out lil ho, let me do my lil dance
That ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pants
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That’s my lil steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up
12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em up

Look at my diamonds, they do a lil’ dance
Ice on my neck and my wrist and my hands
Bust down the face and then bust the band
Then bust on her face, I just f**ked on a fan
F**k you and your man, y’all get popped like a xan’
Got heat on my waist, I could give ’em a tan
I love all my hitters, they click on demand
Ayy, free my young ni**as, let them out the can
Swear big wop, he never gon’ go down

People don’t trust me, they know that I’m low down
I was f**ked up on my deep, down a four-pounds
Now we move bricks and hit licks like [?]
I’m making ’em feel it, I’m black as a [?]
[?] spend it
Can’t take that sh*t with you, I got it, I get it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches
Ni**as be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some ni**as who’s fishing
All the subliminal dissing [?] my image
I’m balling like I play for clemson
Ni**as try to ride on my wave ’cause I’m kosher like [?]
I spent like 80 thou on my [?]
[?] (it’s gucci)

Look out lil ho, let me do my lil dance
That ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pants
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That’s my lil steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up
12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em up

Look out lil ho, let me do my lil dance
That ain’t my dick, that’s my stick in my pants
I took a risk to get this on my hand
That’s my lil steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up
12 gauge shot ’em up, shot ’em up

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