This is a song about "Break dance"

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

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I said pay me it’s nothing

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Your last wish, wanna dance?

For setting up traps

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

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