Lyrics M24 – We Don’t Dance
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Intro:
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M24:
She wanna dance with the GBG’s
Hunny, we don’t dance
We dance with smoke
When we’re doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don’t bang in these streets?
We’re fuckin’ charged
Don’t make me laugh
We had man screaming out «oh my lard»
She wanna dance with the GBG’s
Hunny, we don’t dance
We dance with smoke
When we’re doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don’t bang in these streets?
We’re fuckin’ charged
Don’t make me laugh
We had man screaming out «oh my lard»
Stickz:
The wap’s got power
Let it sing like my gyal in the shower
In the pot, make it rock out of powder
If it’s beef, get quarter of the pounder
Real Brixton, A Towner
We make the girls undress, go down us
Man’s on the ball like rounders
Jakes on the case, so they lost and found us
Lick out a two and a bit in the bando
Jump out the car with the Rambo
They hid in the shop near the Fanta and Tango
Man let it clap like a slipper and sandal
Came with the steel, leave with the bangles
Came with the gang, go at mans angle
Bops with the mash, the side of the handles
M24:
She wanna dance with the GBG’s
Hunny, we don’t dance
We dance with smoke
When we’re doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don’t bang in these streets?
We’re fuckin’ charged
Don’t make me laugh
We had man screaming out «oh my lard»
She wanna dance with the GBG’s
Hunny, we don’t dance
We dance with smoke
When we’re doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don’t bang in these streets?
We’re fuckin’ charged
Don’t make me laugh
We had man screaming out «oh my lard»
Bad B want a piece of me of course
Of course
I don’t trust her though
She moving like she’s tryna get me bored
I gotta put on my gloves before I touch this
I ain’t talking ’bout doing my chores
Cali in my zoots as well, I’m high, oh lord
About five man in the three door
Looking to feed their swords
Every other day we used to ’round there
Until he got bored
And then he got bored
Then he got bored
And then to all the other opp blocks we toured
That shit was all bait back then
Now shit’s all changed
Still catch me on the block on my pushy
Nuttin’ ain’t changed
Still say I got a baby face
She try say I ain’t aged
Bitch, are you mad? Are you fucking cray?
She wanna dance with the GBG’s
Hunny, we don’t dance
We dance with smoke
When we’re doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don’t bang in these streets?
We’re fuckin’ charged
Don’t make me laugh
We had man screaming out «oh my lard»
She wanna dance with the GBG’s
Hunny, we don’t dance
We dance with smoke
When we’re doing up Tour de France
How you gonna say we don’t bang in these streets?
We’re fuckin’ charged
Don’t make me laugh
We had man screaming out «oh my lard»