We Don't Dance ft. M24 Lyrics

We Don't Dance ft. Stickz - M24

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Hargo production

Abz on the beat

… Hargo production

… She wanna dance with the GBG's

Hunny, we don't dance (uh)

We dance with smoke

When we're doing up Tour de France (uh-uh)

How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (How)

We're fuckin' charged

Don't make me laugh

We had man screaming out, "Oh my Lord" (uh-uh)

… She wanna dance with the GBG's

Hunny, we don't dance (no)

We dance with smoke

When we're doing up Tour de France (uh-uh)

How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (Uhh-huh)

We're fuckin' charged (fuckin' charged)

Don't make me laugh

We had man screaming out, "Oh my Lord" (uh-uh)

… The wap's got power (muhh)

Let it sing like my gyal in the shower (muhh)

In the pot, make it rock out of powder

If there'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

… Straight cash, no scam though

Lick out a two and a bit in the bando (skuhh)

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

… She wanna dance with the GBG's

Hunny, we don't dance (uh)

We dance with smoke

When we're doing up Tour de France (uh-uh)

How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (How)

We're fuckin' charged

Don't make me laugh

We had man screaming out, "Oh my Lord" (uh-uh)

… She wanna dance with the GBG's

Hunny, we don't dance (no)

We dance with smoke

When we're doing up Tour de France (uh-uh)

How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (Uhh-huhh)

We're fuckin' charged (fuckin' charged)

Don't make me laugh

We had man screaming out, "Oh my Lord" (uh-uh)

… Bad B want a piece of me of course (me)

Of course (yes, she does)

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 (no)

Cali in my zoots as well, I'm high, oh Lord (oh Lord)

… About five man in the three door (five)

Looking to feed their swords (uh)

Every other day we used to go 'round there

Until he got bored (true)

And then he got bored (real life)

Then he got bored (real life)

And then to all the other opp blocks we toured (ay-ay)

… That shit was all bait back then (bait)

Now shit's all changed (changed)

Still catch me on the block on my pushy (bike)

Nuttin' ain't changed (nope)

Still say I got a baby face

She try say I ain't aged

Bitch, are you mad? Are you fucking cray? (Ay)

… She wanna dance with the GBG's

Hunny, we don't dance (uh)

We dance with smoke

When we're doing up Tour de France (uh-uh)

How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (How)

We're fuckin' charged

Don't make me laugh

We had man screaming out, "Oh my Lord" (uh-uh)

… She wanna dance with the GBG's

Hunny, we don't dance (no)

We dance with smoke

When we're doing up Tour de France (uh-uh)

How you gonna say we don't bang in these streets? (Uhh-huhh)

We're fuckin' charged (fuckin' charged)

Don't make me laugh

We had man screaming out, "Oh my Lord" (uh-uh)