This is a song about "Dancing"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

It waiting for ya round da corner fans shouting "yeah" dancing the beat.

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string