Lyrics Mr. Make Her Dance - Night Lovell

Yuh, uh-huh, uh
Yuh, mic check, mic check, yuh (okay)
Ayy, uh
Slow dance, slow dance nigga, ayy
Uh, yuh-yuh (gang), uh, yuh-yuh (check-check)
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, okay, yuh

January coldest fuckin' shit, bitch (uh)
Get up off my phone, you only like me 'cause I'm six, bitch ('cause I'm six, bitch)
Your boyfriend talkin' shit, I ain't shy to send 'em to Styx, bitch (send 'em to Styx, bitch)
It's icy, so I guess we just gon' catch him when he slips, bitch (catch him when he slips, we 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 (I'm feelin' boxed in)
Tryna navigate this fuckin' world in my black skin ('cause I'm black, bitch)
Askin' me these questions, I reply with, "Well, who's askin'?" (Yeah, yeah)
Don't let nobody step in (don't let nobody step in)

I think I'm really flawed and my soul is stolen and broken (uh)
I have this feeling like every single day (ayy, uh, uh-huh)
Back when I was glowin' I had this token to take me away
From all these motherfuckin' games they play (ayy)
Niggas yellin', "What the blood clot?" (Uh-huh)
Leave you with your blood clot (ayy)
I left all my thoughts in a box far away (ayy, uh, uh-huh)

Call me Mr. Make Her Dance
She takes off her clothes, I done made my plans, ayy, yuh

Why that nigga actin' like a big stepper? (Big stepper)
Your bitch say she leave yo ass for me when I met her
I tell shorty "Shut up" 'cause she likes to scream when I sex her (when I sex)
Tell me you can't find nobody better (better)
Lately I been burnin' bridges (uh)
Bags under my eyes 'cause I don't sleep until I'm finished (finished)
Foreign shorty Finnish, don't stop sucking 'til I finish (finish)
Niggas ask me how I'm sane if I'm surrounded by this gold or the hoes or the clothes (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I feel like I'm really flawed and my soul is stolen and broken (uh)
I have this feeling like every single day (ayy, uh, uh-huh)
Back when I was glowin' I had this token to take me away
From all these motherfuckin' games they play (ayy)
Niggas yellin', "What the blood clot?" (Uh-huh)
Leave you with your blood clot (ayy)
I left all my thoughts in a box far away (ayy, uh, uh-huh)

Call me Mr. Make Her Dance (ayy, yeah, ayy)
She takes off her clothes, I done made my plans (ayy, uh, uh-huh, okay, yeah)