Night Lovell - Mr. Make Her Dance

Yeah, yeah, mic check, mic check, yeah
Ay
Slow dance, slow dance nigga, ay
Uh, uh
Uh, ay, ay
Uh, okay, uh

January cold as fuckin' shit bitch
Get up off my phone, you only like me 'cause I'm sick, bitch
Yo boyfriend talkin' shit, I ain't shy to send him the sticks, bitch
Its icy so I guess we just gon' catch him when he slips, bitch
(Gon' catch him when he)
Thinkin' 'bout the crib and all my whips, bitch
I feel like I'm trapped like I can't move, I'm feelin' boxed in
Tryna navigate this fuckin' world in my black skin
Askin' me these questions, I reply with well who's askin'?
Don't let nobody step in