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Fredo Bang – Doin My Dance Lyrics

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Doin My Dance Lyrics – Fredo Bang

Ain’t that DJ Chose over there

That look like DJ Chose

Stick hangin’ out my pants

But imma still hit my dance

Quarantine runnin’ through bands

Shorty tried calling me bro

Bitch what the fuck is you sayin hoe

Shawty keep callin’ my phone

She don’t wanna leave me alone

She say I do what you don’t

That’s why she never at home

That’s why she never at home

Stick hangin’ out my pants

But imma still hit my dance

Quarantine runnin’ through bands

Shorty tried calling me bro

Bitch what the fuck is you sayin’ hoe

Shawty keep callin’ my phone

She don’t wanna leave me alone

She say I do what you don’t

That’s why she never at home

That’s why she never at home

Got in that ummm I’m like honey I’m home

Got on the trust I’m like honey ‘im on

She hit my line like bae where you at

Actin all pressed I’m like honey I’m grown

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Get in that pussy I’m diggin’ like cleats

Get in her mouth and I’m pushin’ her teeth

Ain’t sharin’ no bitch I’m playin’ for keeps

So y’all can stop askin’ I ain’t fuckin’ on neek

I play this shit how it goes

I still be slangin’ them polls

I still be lurkin’ like crows

I keep that stick on the low

Still thuggin’ on parole

No I ain’t suckin’ no toes

I’m not tryna be your man

I’m not tryna be your goals

Your not bout to put me on maury

That baby ain’t mines and I know yeah

Get that green that Peter that Pan

I got ’em mad they salty like sand

Old the bitch stop callin’ me baby

I got a verse from Lil Baby

I don’t wanna talk just pay me

Me and that check my statement


Matter fact check my payments

Matter fact hit my agent

I need like 50 occasion

I make a bad bitch amazin’

Stick hangin’ out my pants

But Imma still hit my dance

Quarantine runnin’ through bands

Shorty tried calling me bro

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Bitch what the fuck is you sayin’ hoe

Shawty keep callin’ my phone

She don’t wanna leave me alone

She say I do what you don’t

That’s why she never at home

That’s why she never at home

Your bitch in my house she ain’t tryna go home

I’m harder then steel she ridin’ on chrome

I’ll show you for thinkin’ I’m rappin a song

Want all of the smoke like a hit from a bong

Poppin’ my shit in the VIP section

Drippin’ like gravy and fresher then dressin’

Don’t see the hate I look over them peasants

Bitch thats why you stressin’

Za za blunt cant roll no mid

I just two step cause the Glock too big (Glock)

For the chicken then I got your Alfredo

I’d do it myself but I gave the ok though

I ain’t gon sugar coat nothin’

Tell her the truth fore I lie

I gotta move on the sly

Cause her best friend a lil spy

But prolly fuck me if I try

Stick hangin’ out my pants

But Imma still hit my dance

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Quarantine runnin’ through bands

Shorty tried calling me bro

Bitch what the fuck is you sayin’ hoe

Shawty keep callin’ my phone

She don’t wanna leave me alone

She say I do what you don’t

That’s why she never at home

That’s why she never at home

Stick hangin’ out my pants

But Imma still hit my dance

Quarantine runnin’ through bands

Shorty tried calling me bro

Bitch what the fuck is you sayin’ hoe

Shawty keep callin’ my phone

She don’t wanna leave me alone

She say I do what you don’t

That’s why she never at home

That’s why she never at home


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