Trance

Shawt tryn dance with a star Give a damn who you are I was snortin xans in the car Now I'm in a trance at the bar When I grab her ass i determine her worth Can't f*ck dat witch heard her cucci cursed I dress my bitch don't wear that Gucci purse Put the celines on with the pucci shirt I'm finna transcend I feel like damson Ain't had a cut in a while I feel like Samson I'm takin all I deserve I'm takin all of ya swerves They say I'm kinda disturbed Don't know I'm fightin the urge To homi erybody in the party cuz they blowin mine I ain't talkin glocky when I tell the bitch to hold my nine One to one the work then add a half that shit over time Bet it still have ya faces numb when you blowin lines I get da fish I am not pescatarian I feel like Shawn, I don't mean marion Sweet chin music the work if I'm sharing it Five star my Telly I don't do the clarion Shawt tryn dance with a star Give a damn who you are I was snortin xans in the car Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar Now I'm in a trance at the bar