Lyrics:
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
Boy I'm
Boy I'm bout to drop a bomb in it
Uh huhh!
Boy I'm 'bout to drop a bomb
Bitch you better run
Boy I'm 'bout to drop a bomb
Bitch you better
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
choices
You can stay or run
Run, run and just keep movin'
Heal the past, keep improvin'
You can face your troubles one by one
You're gonna have
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
is Elephant Man and Rihanna
Can I hear you say, "Turn it up"
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Turn it up Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ (come on)
Can
lil' nigga
Middle finger to them jakes, lil' nigga
Rats die by them snakes, lil' nigga
Then I hit him with the hawk
By then, we flew off
I ain't afford
no fucks, gotta run it up
If you thinkin' I'ma lose then you dumb as fuck
Pop out, drippin' diamonds, ooh, Bentley butter cup
Youngest out my city,
; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Smell like a check dog; realest to exist
You a bitch, influence
Try to lend a lil
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
to live.
But then he comes uptown
where he can hold his head up high.
And uptown he knows I'm gonna be standing by.
And when I take his hand,
there's no man
to live.
But then he comes uptown
where he can hold his head up high.
And uptown he knows I'm gonna be standing by.
And when I take his hand,
there's no man
Dong and Mr Killa , run run, run up and down)
I'm here to drink and run
run run, run up and down
How di party gon shell ya now
I'm here minding my
forest
Run
Run lil forest
Run lil forest
Run
I don't need no Jenny
Bitch I'm dummy off dis Henny
And I'm honest like a penny
My fam proud like they Penny
Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit
And I tell 'em to run it up
This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go until the sun is up
Run it up, run it up, run it
IT UP
Run it up, run it up, run it up
All this ice, I just froze up my hand
Dragonball Z
I feel like supersan
Came out the mud but they don’t
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
All the days drove by, but you're just tipping toes
I'm Mr. step baby, I'm slamming dunk on my foes
My big ol' foot demands chaos and justice
Afraid
By the way that I flourish
I am the surgeon
Performing the service
At 3 in the morning
Communications been receiving the warning
For absolute and total
nigga, duck, nigga
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
I didn't mean to hit what I hit
Now there's three motherfuckers dead
Run the bands, run the bands
Run the bands, run the bands, hey
Run the bands, run the bands
Run the bands, run the bands, hey (I need my M's)
Run
(all said and done)
All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run)
Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run)
Like Jenny told Forrest Gump,
Havannah Brown
Red One
Mr.Worldwide
From Miami, Morocco, to Austrailia
To the world, dale!
Run 'em like run 'em run 'em woop
Run 'em like run 'em
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