Lyrics Hit Song - Ed Axel

Dance nigga keep god up in ya life I know
Dance nigga keep god up in ya life I know

And if you got the strap into the party make it bust
And if you got the strap into the party make it bust

Now sweat your weave out bitch
I mean sweat your weave out sis

Titties jumping
Ass jumping
This right here
A ghetto function

Now sweat your weave out bitch
I mean sweat your weave out sis

Throw your hands up in the sky
Wave them bitches side to side

Up on the hill
Last night I saw them popping pills
And models falling out they heels
Some Uber drivers lost for real

They crushing up percs and popping pills
Two days later on molly still
Tab still open bank was froze
Sidewalk cigarettes platform heels

And I know some bloods and crips
And I know some girls with dicks

And the models dictate dj spins
And the pretty girls set all the trends

And I know what the Dj's play
And I know what the people say

Yeah rally up the church
And rally up the Christian's
Rally up the nuns
We gon start a new religion

Dance

Dance nigga keep god up in ya life I know
Dance nigga keep god up in ya life I know

And if you got the strap into the party make it bust
And if you got the strap into the party make it bust

Now sweat your weave out bitch
I mean sweat your weave out sis

Titties jumping
Ass jumping
This right here
A ghetto function

Now sweat your weave out bitch
I mean sweat your weave out sis

Throw your hands up in the sky
Wave them bitches side to side

So make it drop
Bodies stop
Bpm 125
Call the cops
Final plot
Trumpets sing but god did not

So make it drop
Bodies stop
Bpm 125
Call the cops
Final plot
Trumpets sing but god did not

Now sweat your weave out bitch
I mean sweat your weave out sis

Titties jumping
Ass jumping
This right here
A ghetto function

Now sweat your weave out bitch
I mean sweat your weave out sis

Fuck your opps
Fuck them guys
Send em up to god tonight