Duwap Kaine - On My DanceHall lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - On My DanceHall lyrics]
Got a bad bitch, you know that she hate me
Trippin', why these niggas thinkin'
They made me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Fly outta town and you know I go crazy (O oh)
I bring, that 35 cost eighty (Ooh, ooh)
Tryna be on a island in Jamacia (Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' with bitch, and I face her
(Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' and swimmin', I face her (O oh)
Your bitch on her knees but
I didn't make her (Ooh, ooh)
Your bitch in my house but I did not take her
(O oh) got drug through my hands
The real undertaker (Ooh, ooh)
I roll up a Dola, that's a facer (Ooh, ooh)
I talk to my demon, I can't face her
(Ooh, ooh)
I try make a nigga run like the Pacer
Pile of dirty shoes and shit and Blue Tracers
(Ooh, ooh)
At school I didn't use the pencil or eraser
(Ooh, ooh) at school I didn't use my brain
Fuck that paper (Ooh, ooh)
I think they look up to me like a savior
I like designer shit, I got flavor (Goddamn)
I might delete them, no tracer
Damn, she a bad bitch with good behavior
(Goddamn, Like stop playin') Damn
Do we really give a fuck
What the opps sayin'? (Goddamn)
Pull a lotta couple toys if the opps playin'
(yeah)
You ain't never seen our eyes when a opp
When a opp prayin' (yeah)
Yeah, I gotta opp thot, man
That is not my bitch, that's a bot, man
(Ooh, man)
And that choppa make him do hopscotch, man
(yeah)
You ain't do this, nigga, I can't stop, man
(Ooh, man) young ass nigga in this shit
I put my heart in this shit (yeah)
'Cause deep down I know that
I started this shit (Ooh, ooh)
And I'm real glad to be part of this shit
(O oh) chains on my neck
It's a party in this bitch (Ooh, ooh)
I told her, "Don't lie" (O oh)
It's okay if you talk to that guy (O oh)
Can you win it, can you fly? (O oh)
We'll shoot, not even in the sky (Ooh, ooh)
But he claim that he like that (O oh)
Wear his chain 'cause I like that (Ooh, ooh)
But she really, really want me to love back
(O oh)
Work that shit, put it for me, I love that
(Ooh, ooh)
Know she luss, so I luss back (O oh)
And I'm smokin' on Thraxx
That's that must pack (Ooh, ooh)
And I gotta get rest, that's a must, man
(O oh) swear the small things in life
Gotta love that (O oh)
Before it could be too late just love back
(O oh)
'Fore you lost and you lookin' for love
Man (Ooh, ooh)
All she askin' for more, I just shrug, man
(Shrug, man)
Swear I love all my bros, give me hug, man
(Ooh, ooh)
Trippin', why these niggas thinkin'
They made me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Fly outta town and you know I go crazy (O oh)
I bring, that 35 cost eighty (Ooh, ooh)
Tryna be on a island in Jamacia (Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' with bitch, and I face her
(Ooh, ooh)
Smokin' and swimmin', I face her (O oh)
Your bitch on her knees but
I didn't make her (Ooh, ooh)
Your bitch in my house but I did not take her
(O oh) got drug through my hands
The real undertaker (Ooh, ooh)
I roll up a Dola, that's a facer (Ooh, ooh)
I talk to my demon, I can't face her
(Ooh, ooh)
I try make a nigga run like the Pacer
Pile of dirty shoes and shit and Blue Tracers
(Ooh, ooh)
At school I didn't use the pencil or eraser
(Ooh, ooh) at school I didn't use my brain
Fuck that paper (Ooh, ooh)
I think they look up to me like a savior
I like designer shit, I got flavor (Goddamn)
I might delete them, no tracer
Damn, she a bad bitch with good behavior
(Goddamn, Like stop playin') Damn
Do we really give a fuck
What the opps sayin'? (Goddamn)
Pull a lotta couple toys if the opps playin'
(yeah)
You ain't never seen our eyes when a opp
When a opp prayin' (yeah)
Yeah, I gotta opp thot, man
That is not my bitch, that's a bot, man
(Ooh, man)
And that choppa make him do hopscotch, man
(yeah)
You ain't do this, nigga, I can't stop, man
(Ooh, man) young ass nigga in this shit
I put my heart in this shit (yeah)
'Cause deep down I know that
I started this shit (Ooh, ooh)
And I'm real glad to be part of this shit
(O oh) chains on my neck
It's a party in this bitch (Ooh, ooh)
I told her, "Don't lie" (O oh)
It's okay if you talk to that guy (O oh)
Can you win it, can you fly? (O oh)
We'll shoot, not even in the sky (Ooh, ooh)
But he claim that he like that (O oh)
Wear his chain 'cause I like that (Ooh, ooh)
But she really, really want me to love back
(O oh)
Work that shit, put it for me, I love that
(Ooh, ooh)
Know she luss, so I luss back (O oh)
And I'm smokin' on Thraxx
That's that must pack (Ooh, ooh)
And I gotta get rest, that's a must, man
(O oh) swear the small things in life
Gotta love that (O oh)
Before it could be too late just love back
(O oh)
'Fore you lost and you lookin' for love
Man (Ooh, ooh)
All she askin' for more, I just shrug, man
(Shrug, man)
Swear I love all my bros, give me hug, man
(Ooh, ooh)