Lyrics:
As she Dey dance am dem they feel am
Dj play the song now make dem feel am
As we Dey drop am them Dey pick am (oya)
We just want to flex oo (sexy diva)
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
a good time
Lost yourself along the way
And everybody wanna dance
Request rejected by the DJ
Good thing you got yourself a man
You want something to make
Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos
Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic,
squad, bitch, I'll leave you by ya self, by ya self
And go and get this money by myself, by myself
I got some niggas that some hittas by they self
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
like
For her and another guy
But that's off topic
Let me spit some'n
The DJ gotta play it
Got ya shazamin to put it on ya playlist
Back to basics
Back
dark
I say muggers on the streets
And thief in the park
Tramps pon the sidewalk
A dem a sky lark
Some a catch the taxi - when they reach
Their
Girls the girls
With attitude
Till they come to get lick down
By the sound of a soul!
Rolling, teacher soul controlling
Shaheed on the tunes and flares
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
know how she fell in love with a savage
I told her the looks and attitude they come as a package
If she want the world Its nothing to go grab it
But she
the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now it's Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us
But they can't fade us
Play them corners, we
a DJ genius, not your playlist
Dummy - can I get a Hell Yeah
See? the whole floor loves me
Oh I see you're "that guy"
In the front grinding on some fat
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose)
Mama I'm a stepper (I'm a stepper), I can't walk by faith
Every day I wake up to some
showin' suckers, they can't get none of this
Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius
And if you fuck with my roll (face down, hut, hut, hut, hut)
I
showin' suckers, they can't get none of this
Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius
And if you fuck with my roll (face down, hut, hut, hut, hut)
I
called BDP
While I'm battling these rival crews
Yes, BDP would stay in the street news
Some said all they want to do is battle
They can't write
a marathon
She don't want no kiss but
She gon swallow some
Boom! Shoot like me have a gun
As soon as me come I'm do
She makes me scream eh
Makes me spend me
want it
Take it
Aye aye aye fool
Why you running?
From the nothing in ya heart it always catch up
Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking
up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some of them jump me
Go tell em I'm a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on yeah
[DJ Paul talking]
Yeah nigga this shit still goes on
Punk motherfuckas,
I want you to listen to every
motherfucking word in this song bitch
Cause
some things
But nowadays money multiplied by 1000 times
So I got a whole Lotta things
Tonèboulem I know they envy me
Just put them in the middle
our breath in chili's sound, can't breathe
but common wind and rose water of some women
named rosewoman? if you want the feel of musical
fume, but
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