do my dance lyrics – tyga

do my dance

[intro]
f*ck this p*ssy boy, f*ck it!
f*ck it right boy!
(you know i love it when you)
f*ck it, f*ck it right boy

[hook]
do my dance on your d*ck, ooh you know you love this sh*t. [x4]
do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love the d*ck. [x4]

[verse 1: tyga]
(uh)
lamborghini, you don’t even see me
bad b*tch, no bikini taking shots of henny
order calamari, say she want that fettucini
5 star b*tches, my b*tches don’t eat at denny’s
run the city, you runnin’ laps trying to get with me
i’m all in her red skin, like i play for washington
i’m five eight, but six ten
my d*ck stand like superman
shoulder lean that b*tch, shoulder lean that b*tch
mills cause i’m hot. trigger finger keep that p*ssy wet
bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my d*ck
mills cause i’m hot. trigger finger keep that p*ssy wet
bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my d*ck

[hook]

[verse 2: 2chainz]
(2chainz! uh)
she got her booty cheeks on my louie sheets
she can do it on a pole, but can she do it on me
her flexing *ss, let me see you flex that *ss
i don’t call i just text that *ss about special bags
python, all gold no ice on
nothing but shaved p*ssy in my iphone
and this right here a no fly zone
and you are not us, so don’t try holmes
i buy cars, i buy homes
my antidote for my catapult. i’m up through there
foreign shoes, these a new pair
chains on, this two pair
make your girl buy new hair
wear that p*ssy out, like new gear
hoe

[hook]

[verse 3: tyga]
f*ck yeah b*tch, throw it back. don’t be scared of it. [x3]
f*ck yeah b*tch, throw it back
(yea)
throw it back
(fat b*tch)
throw it back
(yea, yea)
throw it back
(dank b*tch)
don’t be scared of it

[outro]
do my dance on your d*ck, ooh you know you love this sh*t. [x3]
do my dance on your chick, ooh you know she love the d*ck

f*ck it right boy
f*ck it right boy
f*ck it, f*ck it right boy
f*ck it right boy
f*ck it, f*ck it right boy

/ tyga lyrics