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Dancing, yeah, with my AK With my AK, with my AK Dancing, yeah yeah, with my AK That's my baby, she go crazy [x2] You don't want me squeezin' them hammers My AK I feed it bananas That's on baby I bet shit gone change Once I wet yo ass up just like pee in a pamper While you sleepin' I'm up like a Red Bull Out the cut shootin' shit like I'm Deadpool When this heater blaze Your boy Jesus couldn't save you If he graduated from med school I like to dance with machine guns This bitch got kick like it's wing chun You gon' see Tony turn into Iron Man Grab that pole then I slide like a fireman I hope you fuck niggas bulletproof I hope you niggas could duck fans Hundred rounds when I pull out that AK Then I let that bitch ride like a bus pass They claim they beasts from the jungle But when I come through they humble No escaping it, who you gon' run to SongtexteClip hang so low I call it Rapunzel No punchlines boy I don't play no games Put your ass in a box and they ready to rumble Ain't no blockin' these shots If your name was Mutombo As soon as I cook he gon' crumble Take a nigga straight to hell's kitchen Shootin' lethal weapons like I'm Mel Gibson With a mask on like I'm Casey Jones Like the Ninja Turtles bunch of shells flippin' I hope you get buck like you ridin' a horse When I'm shootin' this bitch I'm like Mike on the court More like Mike in the fourth I'ma fire this torch When I slide to his crib Like there's ice on the porch Dancing, yeah, with my AK With my AK, with my AK Dancing, yeah yeah, with my AK That's my baby, she go crazy [x2] Get popped like a wheelie, like he out in Philly Get left, I'ma creep like I'm T-Boz and Chili I'm ten steps ahead of y'all and when I let it off I turn a opp into Cleo off Set It Off (easy) Play around, lollygag Big sticks, hockey mask Choppin' shit, karate class Slide 'em in, body bags I got more guns than a pawn shop My AK go off like [?] My bullets cut nonstop So tell your kids I'm no joke With the stick I will Bomb Pop I'm Ray Allen, Steph Curry I'm crazy with this I told God I told y'all not to play with this [?] know the reason I'm squeezin' If he's understanding then he'll be okay with it Haters just might get bagged like potato chips I'm too smart I bet I get away with this I aim at the neck and then squeeze I ain't talkin' perfume I will spray this bitch If you see me first bitch you better blow You do not want smoke I ain't sellin' dro I'm so cold with this K put a hole in your face When I spray turn a opp to a eskimo I do not give a fuck about five-o When I roll up and blow that ain't hydro AK blow more than wind in the wintertime It got more kick than Foot Locker and Finish Line Put a tag on your toe so they know the price They get bust when I deliver overnight Put bodies on the chopper no motorbike I shot the crap out them bitches like rollin' dice Aus Songtexte Mania