Songtext
Lord I think I'm fucking with a dancer
But I don't really mind if she got manners
Cause I know that she gonna drop it low
She gonna let hit and touch the floor
Lord I think I'm fucking with a dancer
But I don't really mind if she got manners
Cause she the type to throw you an advance
Leave it all to chance
Got me in a trance
"I just hope you ain't a cancer, please"
I'm just vibing till she spot me and she eyeing
She think she know a lot because she into my astrology, God
Unexpectedly I "show a different side of me"
Fucking and guiding me thinking that after this you'd get you a ride
And oh I should've known it would arise
But the sag in me was really hoping you were gonna lie to me nice
Instead of rolling the dice
Hidden price you gotta pay for having one of these nights
Hit her in the night, I'm feeling tight cause no reply
I can't help the fact that just a bit will get me high
She tell me she working, I'm thinking she work at urgent
The price of the purse strayed me from thinking the worst
"I be working nights here"
"Come around tonight and I could give you what you like yeah"
"You don't gotta throw but if you do then I'll be right here"
"Shutting down the lights here"
"Baby I'm the life here"
Oh man
Lord I think I'm fucking with a dancer
But I don't really mind if she got manners
Cause I know that she gonna drop it low
She gonna let hit and touch the floor
Lord I think I'm fucking with a dancer
But I don't really mind if she got manners
Cause she the type to throw you an advance
Leave it all to chance
Got me in a trance
"I just hope you ain't a cancer, please"
She dance in broad light or strobe light
Small waist and clothes tight is she know
She dances online for deadlines that she knows a nights pay would do alone
She knows it's all right and all right can't be said for nothing of which she owns
Ain't one to dance when they dance but that's okay cause
Lord I think I'm fucking with a dancer
But I don't really mind if she got manners
Cause I know that she gonna drop it low
She gonna let hit and touch the floor
Lord I think I'm fucking with a dancer
But I don't really mind if she got manners
Cause she the type to throw you an advance
Leave it all to chance
Got me in a trance
"I just hope you ain't a cancer, please"
Schyler West
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