Lyrics:
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
*Spoken*
DJ READY RED: Hey, yo D! What's up wit them cash registers and
Shit?
WILLIE D: Oh, that's what the average ho see when she look
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T
And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's
Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy
You know what I'm sayin'?
But
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
But behind the barrier
You need to shape up seriously
Because everyday is a Saturday night for me ladies and gentleman
And we just need to provide
rhymes than this heart of mine from the starting line my bar design destined to shine when the stars align
Get it flip it double up. DJ turn my levels up
and your crew
Know to thank me
For the romance
Get cups, pour and lift up
Hold hands get up go dance
DJ I'm just tryna hear a love song
Tired of hearing bout
at the venue
To be continued, you know we first up on this menu
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin' all night
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me
hoe around
Dj fucked up,Fiji west court
We dont talk about
You have time to run away
And after that assault
Wroom-Wroom Jeep,
Wroom-Wroom Lamborghini
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
doing in my phone again?
My DM's are closed
You're not welcome in
If anybody challenge me I will accept it with a grin
I'm a DJ of the stars
I'm a DJ
cigarettes but she wanted a Juul
Dj turtle set the vibe
I told shorty come whine up on me
I know she got skills
Click Powww
But the shorties fucking mood was
there want piece watch her salivate
Bank over here, doing digits can't calculate (Uh)
Just know I back it up put the cloud away (aye)
I could use a little
The music makes me so hot
DJ watch my body rock
Don't stop, rock the beat
Like you rock your cock
Flippin' boom song, all up in twaga
Two techs, swiss
real
They use to tell me (Yeah) they use to tell me
Turn me up a little bit you know what I mean, they use to tell me
They use to tell me I would never
to dance with (someone to dance with)
Can I call you up like what we use to (how we use to do it)
Can we just dance like we used to, dance like we use
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick, mama
Come on baby, tell me what's the word
Word up (up, up), everybody say
When you hear
Vuitton bras all over your breasts
Got me wanting to put hickies all over your chest
Ahh!, come on we gone party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth bring
Joe
My squad be causing
Terror on sight
Razz in my leaf
My Ace Pink
Hood Lui V
Mb2 airforce 1s
Now who as cool as me
Norfolk let her stroll
Thru
wife at the club
That Jesus He be showing me love
They said I wasn't gon' make it Kirk
I know how that sound
It's only by His grace I can say 'look
sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh
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