It's kind of hard
Being so hardcore
When you're the best
Dancer on the dance floor

Are you impressed?
Are you, girl?
You want to grind
But I twirl

I'm a ballerina motherfucker, I'm fucking you up
From the shit that I hit to the crook of my cup
I'm gonna spit 'till you quit
Now let's all get drunk
And a plie, a pliyeah!

Yeah I wear pink, I'm a certified ganster
Now shake your booty like salt in a shaker
I may be fruity, but at least I got flavor
You can suck my *ding* as a pliyeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, a pliyeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, a pliyeah

I'm a real ballerina, helping out ladies
Just by looking at girls I make them have babies
Someone should tell Justin Timberlake
He did not bring sexy back, I brought it back with my man heat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, a pliyeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, a pliyeah

Now twirl for me, baby...

I got my hair in a bun
When my tutu bunches up I get angry, son
I'll hug your dog, fuck being polite!
My rocks are badder than the bulge in my tights

So watch my junk swing to and fro
I get a hang from the ladies and a look from the ho's!


Yeah, yeah, yeah, a pliyeah!

Ballet, motherfuckers!

Lyrics submitted by hrbalkovich2

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