I Don’t Dance! lyrics

[Intro]
There's only one race, the human race
What about NASCAR?
Haha, show yo' titties, b*tch (pus*y boy, you heard)
What, you thought I was gon' dance?
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Haha
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh

[Chorus]
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, I don't f*ckin' dance)
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, I don't f*ckin' dance)
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, I don't f*ckin' dance)
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, ayy, b*tch)

[Verse]
I don't rock no di*kies, b*tch, I rather rock Ricks (Ricks)
I will chase a chump down and he get popped with chopsticks (Grra, grra)
Ayy, I look up at the sky and it's dark than a b*tch (Dark)
'Cause I slide in the night if they wanna talk sh*t, b*tch
Ayy, these pus*y boys dancing, just like they was at prom (Haha)
I was raised by my dad, b*tch, I barely see my mom (Yeah, yeah)
And you know I keep a bad b*tch, my hand in her thong
Boy, you out here smokin' average, I'm smokin' on that strong (Awoo, b*tch)
Cage me, free me, release me (Yeah)
When I'm in the mosh, beat him down 'til he bleeding (Yeah)
b*tch, I'll take your spot, cut you off, I'm deleting
Ain't no f*ckin' goth, I'm a god, I'm the deity (Ayy)
I don't f*ckin' dance, ho, I like to fistfight
Gucci bag from Japan and it's filled with zip ties
Get as far as you can when it hit midnight
I ain't no regular man, b*tch, I'm exorcist-like, yeah
[Chorus]
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, I don't f*ckin' dance)
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, I don't f*ckin' dance)
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, I don't f*ckin' dance)
b*tch, I don't dance (I don't f*ckin' dance, ayy, b*tch, b*tch)