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Amuse - No Dancer Lyrics

[Intro: Navvy Balla & SlumpedTr3y]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, yeah (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Slumped Tr3y]
Ayy, coutin' this paper, coutin' this guap
Make me amazed when she give top
I up like a light, you down like flop
My beam on his head, he be lookin' lost (That shit lookin' lost)
Ayy, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm not no—
Yeah (No dancer)
Said I'm not no dancer, but I Milly Rock
Make me amazed when she give top
I up like a light, you down like flop
My beam on his head, he be lookin' lost
Make me amazed when she give top
Bitch talk shit, I pull out a Glock
I pull out a Glock, that bitch gettin' shot
I'm fuckin' this bitch, shе givin' me top
She suckin' on dick, she suckin' on cock
I pull out thе gas, this shit moonrocks
I'm coutin' this paper that shit'll be guap
Bitch in a trance, she be lookin' all lost
I'm makin' more money than more than y'all bots
If that bitch ain't bad, then you know we gotta talk
Fuckin' that bitch, I don't give 'bout mans
Fuckin' that bitch, I'm put her in a trance
Talk certain to me, shit'll get slammed
Y'all hearin' diss, y'all gonna say, "Damn"
Circle with small, that shit is a fam
Me and Trap Nav, we makin' some jams
I throw a touchdown, they callin' me cam
Found that shit, they callin' me, Sam
Sprayin' that shit, they callin' me, Pam
Shots through your alley, your gonna say, "Damn"
I roll down the windows you gonna hear a bam
Hunnid K, I'm finna buy land
Got hit in the head the cut-up, he look like some spam
Hundred round drum and it spray like a drake
Stupid-ass boy, get tossed in the lake
You stupid as fuck you really a jake
I scream, "Fuck 12", then run out the state
If I hear them diss, I make the room shake
Shawty so bad, that bitch got some cake
They say y'all friends but yall bitches fake
Yeah, y'all bitches fake
[Verse 2: Navvy Balla]
Load it up
I’m Pennywise, I’m hittin’ this gas and I’m floatin'
Run to the bank, laughing and jokin'
Shit got me coughin'
Put his ass to sleep, you think he was dead
Now we put him in a coffin
It’s like I’m in office
I gotta ask (How you know?) that’s a ghost talkin' (Shine)
I live dangerous, I’m still walkin'
2020 vision, I’m flossin'
Caustic, I’m giving y'all a warning
I’m scorin', floor it
Shits been going on, I could write a story
Send shots, bend blocks, now we all lit
Slide, but this ain’t no cha-cha
They whinin', baba
Five clips drawn, rrah-rrah
Toss 'em, it’s how I know
'Thrax, facts, I'm smokin’ that pack
I heard y'all niggas slidin', where y’all at?
Where y'all at?

[Outro: SlumpedTr3y]
Said y'all slidin', where y'all at?
That Glock on my hip, 'bout finna go blast
I hop in a Foreign, I'm doing the dash
I count out of racks, I'm countin' my cash
I said I got Glock, y'all run like the flash
We gon' shoot, we gone, we laugh
(Yeah, we gon' shoot, we gone, we laugh)