Who told you bad man don't dance?
Who told you gangsters don't dance?
Even with a wap on my hip, I dance
Bad man, take another sip and dance
by Sanderlei Silveira ® - 08/06/2023 - US (xnnx) X2
Who told you bad man don't dance?
Who told you gangsters don't dance?
Even with a wap on my hip, I dance
Bad man, take another sip and dance
Two left feet, don't trip and dance
The gyal want me, I might give her a chance
Give her a look, she give me a glance
She wore that tight dress just to enhance
[Verse 1: J Hus]
Your likkle bum-bum
Never seen you before, where you come from?
You got a fat pum-pum, I got a long Johnson
I know I never met you at random
This must be destiny, that's why you're next to me
You feel like ecstasy
This must be destiny, that's why you're next to me
You feel like ecstasy
[Chorus: J Hus]
Who told you bad man don't dance?
Who told you gangsters don't dance?
Even with a wap on my hip, I dance
Bad man, take another sip and dance
Two left feet, don't trip and dance
The gyal want me, I might give her a chance
Give her a look, she give me a glance
She wore that tight dress just to enhance
[Verse 2: Drake]
Touch my forehead, chest, left shoulder
Then right side, pray my brothers are good outside
I know the vibes, I know the vibes
You're the one, girl, stop rollin' eyes
I find love and it slowly dies
So Lilah Pi, don't make my eye cry
Let me hold your controller, I'm not one of the controllin' guys
I want you to touch road with the girlsdem, and socialize
Enjoy your life, your backside is so fit, it opens eyes
I know the vibes, I know the vibes
Just 'cause I'm not jealous doesn't mean I don't care, that's just not fair
I knew you were trouble, I was unprepared
If I were married, this might turn a scandalous affair
Trouble is there, trouble is there
Trouble been right there, trouble is there
Trouble gon' find me anywhere, trouble gon' find me, bubble and wine-y
Ayy, trouble gon' find me, trouble'll find me anywhere
Trouble'll find me, trouble will find me
It's okay, girl, bubble and wine-y
They want me dead, but don't remind me
Both hands around you, it's not tiny
[Chorus: J Hus]
Who told you bad man don't dance?
Who told you gangsters don't dance?
Even with a wap on my hip, I dance
Bad man, take another sip and dance
Two left feet, don't trip and dance
The gyal want me, I might give her a chance
Give her a look, she give me a glance
She wore that tight dress just to enhance
[Verse 3: J Hus]
If you come close, I'ma explode
Gyal there carryin' a heavy load
Whine your waist in a semi-circle
Gettin' money fast, man's not a turtle
Had to go through so many hurdles
Block's so hot like inferno
Had some issues that were internal
Had a mad life, I could write a journal
But I can't lie, I love the journey
Me and the money had matrimony
All the ratchet gyals wan' pattern up
All the posh gyals get ratchet for me
If you love me, you're clappin' for me
If you throw it, I catch it, trust me
Gyal come from far, even upsuh
I want the best, not comme ci, comme ça
[Chorus: J Hus]
Who told you bad man don't dance?
Who told you gangsters don't dance?
Even with a wap on my hip, I dance
Bad man, take another sip and dance
Two left feet, don't trip and dance
The gyal want me, I might give her a chance
Give her a look, she give me a glance
She wore that tight dress just to enhance
Quen che dixo que o home malo non bailes?
Quen che dixo que os gángsters non bailan?
Mesmo cun wap na miña cadeira, baile
Bad home, toma outro grolo e baile
Dous pés esquerda, non viaxes e bailes
O gyal quérote, quizais lle dea unha oportunidade
Dálle unha ollada, dame unha ollada
Levaba ese vestido axustado só para mellorar
[Verso 1: J Hus]
O teu likkle bum-bum
Nunca te vira antes, de onde vés?
Tes un pum-pum gordo, teño un longo Johnson
Sei que nunca te coñecín ao azar
Este debe ser o destino, por iso estás ao meu carón
Sentes como éxtase
Este debe ser o destino, por iso estás ao meu carón
Sentes como éxtase
[Coro: J Hus]
Quen che dixo que o home malo non bailes?
Quen che dixo que os gángsters non bailan?
Mesmo cun wap na miña cadeira, baile
Bad home, toma outro grolo e baile
Dous pés esquerda, non viaxes e bailes
O gyal quérote, quizais lle dea unha oportunidade
Dálle unha ollada, dame unha ollada
Levaba ese vestido axustado só para mellorar
[Verse 2: Drake]
Toca a miña testa, peito, ombreiro esquerdo
Entón, lado dereito, roga que os meus irmáns sexan bos fóra
Sei as vibracións, sei as vibracións
Ti es ti, rapaza, deixa de rollar os ollos
Atopo amor e morre lentamente
Entón, Lilah Pi, non me fagas chorar
Déixame soster o teu controlador, non son un dos que controlan os rapaces
Quero que toques a estrada co GirlsDem e socialice
Goza da túa vida, a túa parte traseira está tan en forma, abre os ollos
Sei as vibracións, sei as vibracións
Só porque non estou celoso non significa que non me importa, iso non é xusto
Sabía que eras problemas, non estaba preparado
Se estivese casado, isto pode converter un asunto escandaloso
O problema está aí, hai problemas
O problema estivo alí, o problema está aí
Problema Gon 'Find Me Tomewhere, Trouble Gon' Find Me, Bubble and Wine-Y
Ayy, problemas me atopas, os problemas atoparanme en calquera lugar
Os problemas atoparanme, os problemas atoparanme
Está ben, rapaza, burbulla e viño-y
Querenme morto, pero non me recordes
Ambas as mans ao teu redor, non son minúsculas
[Coro: J Hus]
Quen che dixo que o home malo non bailes?
Quen che dixo que os gángsters non bailan?
Mesmo cun wap na miña cadeira, baile
Bad home, toma outro grolo e baile
Dous pés esquerda, non viaxes e bailes
O gyal quérote, quizais lle dea unha oportunidade
Dálle unha ollada, dame unha ollada
Levaba ese vestido axustado só para mellorar
[Verse 3: J Hus]
Se te achegas, estou explotando
Gyal alí leva unha carga pesada
Queixase a cintura nun semi-círculo
Gettin 'cartos rápido, o home non é unha tartaruga
Tiven que pasar por tantos obstáculos
Block está tan quente coma o inferno
Tivo algúns problemas internos
Tiven unha vida tola, podía escribir un diario
Pero non podo mentir, encántame a viaxe
Eu e o diñeiro tiñamos matrimonio
Todos os gyals de trinquete non teñen o patrón
Todos os gyals elegantes reciben trinquete para min
Se me queres, estás pegando por min
Se o botas, collelo, confía en min
Gyal vén de lonxe, incluso upsuh
Quero o mellor, non comme ci, comme ça
[Coro: J Hus]
Quen che dixo que o home malo non bailes?
Quen che dixo que os gángsters non bailan?
Mesmo cun wap na miña cadeira, baile
Bad home, toma outro grolo e baile
Dous pés esquerda, non viaxes e bailes
O gyal quérote, quizais lle dea unha oportunidade
Dálle unha ollada, dame unha ollada
Levaba ese vestido axustado só para mellorar