Night Lovell - Mr. Make Her Dance

Yeah (uh huh) yeah (ayy) Mic check, mic check, yeah Ayy (uh) Slow dance, slow dance nigga, ay Uh, yeah yeah, uh Uh huh uh Ayy, ayy Uh, okay, uh January cold as fuckin' shit, bitch Get up off my phone You only like me 'cause I'm sick, bitch Yo' boyfriend talkin' shit I ain't shy to send him the sticks, bitch It's icy so I guess we just gon' catch him when he slips, bitch (Gon' catch him when he) Thinkin' 'bout the crib and all my whips, bitch I feel like I'm trapped Like I can't move, I'm feelin' boxed in Tryna navigate this fuckin' world in my black skin Askin' me these questions, I reply with, "Well, who's askin'?" Don't let nobody step in I think I'm really floating, my soul is stolen and broken I have this feeling like, every single day Back when I was glowin', I had this token To take me away from all these motherfuckin' games they play Niggas yellin' what the bloodclaat Leave you wit' your blood clot I left all my thoughts in a box far away Aw yeah Call me Mr. Make-her-dance She takes off her clothes, I delay my plans Aw yeah Why that nigga acting like a big stepper? Yo bitch said she'd leave your ass for me when I met her I tell shorty shut up 'cause she likes to scream when I sex her Tell me you can't find nobody better Lately I've been burning bridges (ahh) Bags under my eyes 'cause I don't sleep until I'm finished Foreign shorty Finnish, don't stop suckin' till I finish Niggas ask me how I'm sane if I'm surrounded by this gold Or the hoes or the clothes I feel I'm really floating, my soul is stolen and broken I have this feeling like, every single day Back when I was glowin', I had this token To take me away from all these motherfuckin' games they play Niggas yellin' what the bloodclaat Leave you wit' your blood clot I left all my thoughts in a box far away Uh, yeah Call me Mr. Make-her-dance She takes off her clothes, I delay my plans Okay, yeah