Callin All Dancer Feat. Severe Jones

Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin callin
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame

Severe Jones

My bitch blow your bitch out the frame
These hoes is open they tryna see through my tinted frames
But Im cooling here with my niggas Im just formulating a plot
Hope a hater don’t act up cause we mobbing here with the block
But I ain't here for that Im just tryna blow all these racks
Take shorty with that fat ass lemme blow that back
Out until she shout my name then I gotta bounce
For now Im sip this liquor pour the shot all up in her mouth
And watch her drop it yea drop it low until she pop it
If you fly like a pilot come and sit up on this cock pit
She go hard she work hard she twerk hard
My tip hard so only right that I tip hard bitchhh

Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin callin
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame

HG
Lemme see you split that flip that flaunt that
Pop that rock that don’t you stop it please
Slide that show that pump that pussy do it on your knees
Handstand for a nigga while I throw them Gs
That peach ciroc up in my cup I drink responsibly uh
We throw them racks and forget em
We taking over the nation death to them frauds we accept no imitations
Round of applause give yo ass a standing ovation
Just clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap
Keep it going baby ass so fat got a nigga going crazy
Bands on deck got them trumpets and them violins
Them lames violating they ain't even let em in
Spillin ace on my sick jays niggas hate ballers these days
Darks shades they can’t see my face no Rick Ross but I pop rosé
So fly we in them heavens shit knock its perfection
One twice over club eleven triple sixes thats sin city
Oh my oh my them stack going dumb high dumb high
You know I run my run my know I run my city like Diddy
Bottle to the face no Chris Breezy so many 1s flying rookie 23 in this bitch

Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin
Callin all dancers callin callin
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame
Callin all dancers callin my bitch blow your bitch out the frame