Lyrics She a Dancer - T.H.C (The Harlem Child)

World
World world world
Shake that shake that shake that shake that shake that shake that
Yea shawty a dancer
Let's get it
World

Her neck her back yea shawty a dancer
She wanna fuck on the camera
She wanna fuck on a scammer
I got a nail her pull out the hammer
Smoking on dead hope I don't get cancer
Her pussy her crack got the grip through the scanner
She know it's a wrap if I sip a Fanta
My number one subject she in my planner
Her neck her back yea shawty a dancer
She wanna fuck on the camera
She wanna fuck on a scammer
I got a nail her pull out the hammer
Smoking on dead hope I don't get cancer
Her pussy her crack got the grip through the scanner
She know it's a wrap if I sip a Fanta
My number one subject she in my planner

I'm from newyork so she loving my grammar
Damn love how she ride on the pole
She get to twerking she taking ya soul
The game to be played not to be sold
Nah Baby cause I wanna rump
I like what you got in ya trunk
Cause I got bodies in mine
You know what that mean
Don't get out of line
Mmm I got some Niggas to line
Mmm you get em done every time
Mmm Girl you lucky you mine
Mmm I live a life full of crime
Mmm Baby I'm breaking ya spine
And that's whenever we link up
Just need a Telly to stink up
Using my body to ink up
Hold up wait gotta finesse
Look at my opps they looking stress
I get the breesh I get the checks
Picking what a opp ima get next
Got you a watch should of got you a vest
And even what a best I'll aim at ya neck
You'll die for this bitch and you'll die for respect
I'll slide on ya block and I'll slide on ya set

Her neck her back yea shawty a dancer
She wanna fuck on the camera
She wanna fuck on a scammer
I got a nail her pull out the hammer
Smoking on dead hope I don't get cancer
Her pussy her crack got the grip through the scanner
She know it's a wrap if I sip a Fanta
My number on subject she in my planner
Her neck her back yea shawty a dancer
She wanna fuck on the camera
She wanna fuck on a scammer
I got a nail her pull out the hammer
Smoking on dead hope I don't get cancer
Her pussy her crack got the grip through the scanner
She know it's a wrap I sip a Fanta
My number on subject she in my planner