AJ Mamba - Tap Dance (feat. Quave) Lyrics

Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Ho Ho Hold up
AJ Mamba. The 88. We on the come up
It's Philly nigga. Bring the team up. Squad up
Haters run they damn mouth. I'm like Shut up
Aye Aye
Now Watch me move. Watch me do it
Your girl hips don't lie. Watch em movin
All she wanna do is give a nigga knowledge
Let her use her common sense
Aye Aye
I'm in the zone
Mamba finessing niggas like Oh No
And why the f*ck would I follow a status quo
You f*cked up sleeping on niggas. Go atone
Aye Aye
Fred Astaire in this bitch right now
Call a kick ball change in this bitch right now
Run the crowds. Takeover right now
Tap dance on that ass I'm the shit right now
Turn Up
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I'm the shit right now
Didn't see it coming did you
The Quaveroma AJ Mamba we put in work
What is you gonna do
Not a damn thing homie
Got your girly poppin and lockin
Her cheeks to this beat
Boy your game is weak
Didn't even go full out Optimus Prime
On these damn lines you getting hype
Before I dropped the rhyme
And I can say anything at this point
And you wouldn't notice
The drums got you words
You wouldn't pay no mind
So keep on shaking and baking
I'll keep on faking and flaking
This here's a hit and you know it
Why? you're dancing to it
But if I tell you the truth
You probably wouldn't listen
So I'll keep to myself and play my position
So keep on boppin your heads
I'll keep on making my bread
Off your small minds what I combine
Will leave you blind
But as long as this beat bumps loud
Tap dance to the track
You my bitch right now
Worse!
Yeah that's right that's right
That's Young Quave. All day
This AJ Mamba
If you got a drink in your hand
Raise that bitch up
Bitch up
Bitch up
Bitch up
Bitch
Throw it back. Throw it back
Now throw it back. Throw it back
Now throw it back. Throw it back
Now throw it back. Throw it back
Girl lemme hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
Throw it back. Throw it back
Now throw it back. Throw it back
Now throw it back. Throw it back
Now throw it back. Throw it back
Girl lemme hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
Now bend ya knee with it
Bend ya knee with it
Bend ya knee with it
Bend ya knee with it
Girl hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
I'm ma hit it hit it hit it
Throw it