Dance with the Devil

[Intro]
Woi, woi
Spin it, spin it
M4
Elevate, this mix sounds mad

[Chorus]

I could have been on the roads all day
But I’m really Tryna make this bread
I got guys my age looking up to me
But I won’t let it get to my head
Guys think Cah I’m quiet, they can come play
But the mash might lay them to bed
I got bros in the T tryna double their didgets
Make sure that the crackheads fed

And im really tryna make it known
That im really tryna make this dough
The mandem telling me just forget bout bitches
But im really tryna chase this hoe
Her boyfriend ain’t hitting it right
So uno I gotta makе her moan
My elders said my futurеs bright
So I pray that I make it home

[Verse 1]

She want Rubi’s waist and Doja’s back
Calling me pretty she ain’t see my face
Like princess where’s ur composure ack
Calling me papi, bilingual baby
She ain’t my lady, im holding dat
Lil miss’s Type is internet gliders
Come near me then they holding whacks
Take my word Cah Im talking facts

She want a young lit nigga that’s me
Quick smile, white gold on my teeth
And it’s fuck fedaralies, free all my chargies
Took all my dargs off the streets
If my broski does get the drop
We slide and they run and retreat
The ting that I got ain’t a prop
Like Bruce imma ask if u bleed

[Chorus]

I could have been on the roads all day
But I’m really Tryna make this bread
I got guys my age looking up to me
But I won’t let it get to my head
Guys think Cah I’m quiet, they can come play
But the mash might lay them to bed
I got bros in the T tryna double their didgets
Make sure that the crackheads fed

And im really tryna make it known
That im really tryna make this dough
The mandem telling me just forget bout bitches
But im really tryna chase this hoe
Her boyfriend ain’t hitting it right
So uno I gotta make her moan
My elders said my futures bright
So I pray that I make it home

[Verse 2]

I asked if she single, she said sometimes
We both know what that means
Means her man ain’t doing it right
That’s fine, baby-girl come fuck wid the gs
And if ur mine, just know that I won’t control you
You can go do as you please
If anyone try it, i got that yee
Back dat let it spray like fabreeze

I tried love but I don’t want it
I’m gang gang, leave blood on the car Bonnet
I got beef, idc Cah they ain’t on it
I can’t trust bitches Cah they ain’t honest
Idc they said they gone slide round
They won’t dare, they said they badmen
But they show fear, talk on my name lol
Cah I won’t hear, don’t care bout that shit
Wait till I go clear

[Chorus]

I could have been on the roads all day
But I’m really Tryna make this bread
I got guys my age looking up to me
But I won’t let it get to my head
Guys think Cah I’m quiet, they can come play
But the mash might lay them to bed
I got bros in the T tryna double their didgets
Make sure that the crackheads fed

And im really tryna make it known
That im really tryna make this dough
The mandem telling me just forget bout bitches
But im really tryna chase this hoe
Her boyfriend ain’t hitting it right
So uno I gotta make her moan
My elders said my futures bright
So I pray that I make it home