Lyrics:
to David Guetta
And a nigga got a dream, but I still need Coretta
The only ratchet by my side is the old Beretta
The only time the cheese is free is
down, down
Turn that booty up
Round, round, round, round
Round, round, round, round
If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands
If you're sexy
cheese and this ain't no fetta
I gat G and you gat no letter
It's harder to burn
It's harder to learn
I'll never switch up but I'll take a turn
My afro
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
rip up your letter
I ain't tryna link with nobody feel its a setup
Got the choppa on my body it sing just like David Guetta
Them niggas run every time
Work it like a pallet jack
I'll perk up like I heard a damn alarm
And I'll pin that
Man of few words til the page turns
Unearth every urge
In my
Might make a track with David Guetta
Hitting it deep like a damn placenta
Lot of you rappers don't want no action
Lot of you rappers don't got no passion
David but David don't always got David
So somebody doin the saving
That's a S on they chest like its painted
Opacity low so I'm turning it up
Cuz we can't
temptation! (I do!)
Was brought up to lead nations! (it's true!)
To make it you need patience! (I knew!)
I feel like I'm King David!
Verse 1
(Yo! HAH!)
I
and stackin' and slappin'
I'm attacking after she back it up and make it drop
After I meet her I tell her David Guetta's on the track, baby girl, don't stop
and stackin' and slappin'
I'm attacking after she back it up and make it drop
After I meet her I tell her David Guetta's on the track, baby girl, don't stop
and stackin' and slappin'
I'm attacking after she back it up and make it drop
After I meet her I tell her David Guetta's on the track, baby girl, don't stop
and stackin' and slappin'
I'm attacking after she back it up and make it drop
After I meet her I tell her David Guetta's on the track, baby girl, don't stop
freaky by the tiki on the beach
Uh, but you should do know
That you never should've done me wrong
Now I'm in the club
Singing David Guetta girl the 'Love
some mix wit little OJ
Right before I turn on 12 play
So we can get it in
Late night like David letter
Producing something real like the boy David
to turn to drugs
There's only one solution
Causing all the problem
We talking universal love
We can do it
If we try
Let war and hatred
Pass us by
CHORUS
I just pull up and tell them they crazy
Call me David I be slaying Goliath
KcKcROT X he be causing a riot
I'm a young nigga but my left wrist retired
in the back
So open up the track ‘cause your face is a mask
And the shape it will take is defined by how you act
Make it fast, because a thought
whether
I'm getting worse or better
I misunderstand
I twist the truth like a rubber band
I practice perfectly but I can't
Not mess it up in the end
David
makin’ that cheddar
Yes I make it by the block I’m just dat’ David Guetta
Teller flow wit ya bezel You know I’m spittin’ em levels
Gotta delivery O-op-open
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, well
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in di club
be walking
Swervin, bend em, venom
Swiss cheese out his denims
One up on me, never let em
Shot him down, David Guetta
Extra pockets in his sweater
Bet
on your feet like David Guetta
Better and better I serve it letter for letter
The alphabetter upsetter I make the cheese, I make cheddar
I got
(Timbaland, David Guetta, Mister World Wide, Here we go!)
Everybody goes dance floor and give it up
Baby put it down and give it up
Nigga, set
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