Lyrics:
dose
I won't bother or nag you, to rhyme I'll be glad to
You thought I couldn't get you but I already had you
I know you heard my dj, is he good or what?
the street surrendering like bitch
Some suck balls just for a feat
They want to get pussy by doing what I did
I innovate things because of the Dj’s
I put
they kill it
DJ Lord, Public Enemy they be killin' it
Still don't get it confused, shit
I be killin' it dude
Elevated, it ain't the shoes
It is what it
praise, they really be soft
The Voice, I'ma just give you the sauce
Loyalty somethin' can never be bought
I miss you, wish your murder was false
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
And the dj's playin' our favorite songs
(one by one!) I'm feelin' your heartbeat pullin me closer, closer
(one by one!) with every touch I'm feelin' it
wanna blast the ting
Blast that bastard pikin, bun everyone
Man can't just start pickin'
See, I love to play the villain
I like to make a killin' in
on me, Makaveli
Girl, you got me speeding, yeah, yeah
Doing two-forty on Lekki-Epe (DJ Vyrusky)
With the top down no do gra, gra
You'd be drinking
Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the
motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo,
yo Kris, run that
de vida y listo/ Como Han pasado los años/ ahora sufro en el Quinto piso
V3:
Let me get a DJ just for fun
So yall can get a visual of how it’s done
say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!"
Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend
And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end
Me love
the DJ play it back play it back (aw ngeke)
I see the party packed
Ain't my sort of thing so I don’t even know how to act
Girls be flirty dancing dirty
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
the glitter
Bring yourself and don't forget the liquor
Just put your hands all over my body, a little sweat ain't neva hurt noboday
DJ just keep playing my song
GET ON THE FLOOR (HEY THERE MR DJ)
(Written, Produced,Performed by GROOVE STATE)
Hey there Mr DJ,
Get get get get on the floor
Get get get
at the shawty chillin' by the dow man,I'm really into her perssona cause she don't be takin' drama but she thick when I ask her where she get then she say she get
It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box and the feathers
Fuck the hatas and the hellas
Like you know it's on tonight
Cause
I'm an incredible artist (woo)
I pray that nobody don't test me (test me)
It's gon' be a homicide, just let 'em bleed (bleed, bleed)
You stick
your ass
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the O niggas just mean mug
I'm
go!
Yo! Yo!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
lemon
And I know you gonna go to jail and you
Gon' turn sour just like
A motherfucking lemon
She don't wanna be a freak no more
I know that ho lyin'
Look
out
Just looking for that hook
(Wait Dre look)
Shorty I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be 'cause shorty
You love me
And I love
picture
Like cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please
I've been
DJ Piero Pineda
Yo no creía en el amor, oh
Y ahora por ti creo menos, creo menos
Por eso te dije adiós
Ya me saque tu veneno, tu veneno
Yo te
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