Zhary - .40 Dance Lyrics

Keep a .40 on my hip, when I'm dancing
Gotta keep a tool in case a bitch wanna go
In case a bitch wanna go
Let me put it on your ass, lil mama
Let me put that body in a casket
Shawty you ain't even gotta ask it
You know i gotta go
Know I gotta go

Okay, first things first, I ain't really here to judge
But you gotta know
Baby giving throat, you just kissing on a hoe
Hate to be the one to tell you now
Know you built up all the trust, I hate to burn it down, sike!
Bitch you ain't no kin to me
Simp ass niggas get no sympathy
F*cking with my energy
You took her on a date, she f*cked me in the jeep oh
BM-dub interior
Brand new bull leather seats, oh
Forgiato's on the feet, oh
Chauffeur when i go to sleep oh
You and all your bitches love to talk, don't
Why the f*ck you think i got my windows tinted like a limo?
Cause i can't be seen with no lil hoe
Oh and i keep a .40 by the waist side, uh
I told her get inside and i got inside, uh
Shawty give me good brain then she out of mind, uh
Got me for the night, then you outta time, uh
If nigga try to slide, then we down to ride, ugh
Playing with your life, all that switching sides
All that looking at my chain, got you in my sights
Stepping at me incorrect, we gone make it right
We gone make it right

Keep a .40 on my hip, when I'm dancing
Gotta keep a tool in case a bitch wanna go
In case a bitch wanna go
Let me put it on your ass, lil mama
Let me put that body in a casket
Shawty you ain't even gotta ask it
You know i gotta go
Know I gotta go
Keep a .40 on my hip, when I'm dancing
Gotta keep a tool in case a bitch wanna go
In case a bitch wanna go
Let me put it on your ass, lil mama
Let me put that body in a casket
Shawty you ain't even gotta ask it
You know i gotta go
Know I gotta go