LUNATIC

Lyrics from Live Performance [Chorus: Lay-Z & Bakar] I need you to dance for me, yeah I need you to dance for me, yeah Fly you out to France for me, yeah Just to see you dance for me, yeah I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me) I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me) Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me) Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me) [Verse 1: Skepta] She made it bounce, put your online banking, checkin' your accounts Your mouth, got niggas with wifey sleepin' at the house Said her rent is due, and you know what I'm talkin' about Shе got bills, to pay, so she ain't fuckin' for the clout She was shakin' up and down, on thе pole, she spinning, searching lookin' for a man that's drinkin' Slip somethin' in your drink, you're Bambi That's how you get caught slippin' Slippin' that coke in, leavin' that bando open That's how a man go missin' Told Shay "Better mind that we talk on the beat 'cause you know that the po-po listenin'" All the way from the ends to Harlem Yeah, we got toys like Kinder Garden Course I'm an African G from London so you might hear me bomboclaattin' Why would I beg your pardon? Boy I'm a king like Tutankhamun Why would I have security? I came with two sticks like [?] [Chorus: Lay-Z & Bakar] I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me) I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me) Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me) Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me) I need you to dance for me, yeah (Just to show me) I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me) Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me) Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me) [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] She say I wake up high, do my make-up high Reefer stain my eye Pray to God, gotta thank Allah Nother' day alive Break my opps, I can't blame my opps Pussy stay inside Niggas hide, when this shit get hot They gon' compain to 5 Free the MOB, til' they free the guys Gotta pray for Slime You decide, R.I.P Lil' Von, shit I can't decide Homicide, fuckin' with me wrong, shit, that's suicide Bring your guys, next my money long But she hasn't tried I'ma leader but somehow I still mislead her By the liter, when I pour up that Wockesha Brazilian wax on that, I call that alopecia I twist his cap right back [?] [Chorus: Lay-Z & Bakar] I need you to dance for me, yeah I need you to dance for me, yeah Fly you out to France for me, yeah Just to see you dance for me, yeah I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me) I need you to dance for me, yeah (Show me) Fly you out to France for me, yeah (Show me) Just to see you dance for me, yeah (Show me)