Lyrics:
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
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,
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
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,
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
she talk make my mouth turn to chalk
She give me everything that I don't get at home
And it seems like I'm a man 'cause hers is always gone
Now, tell
and percision in the walk
And the way that she talk
Make my mouth turn to chalk
She give me everything that I don't get at home
And it seems like I'm a man
rough, grab her pussy by the scruff
Bitch you soft all fluff, tell em kick or clutch
Oh you think you're tough? 1v1 me on Rust
Bitch I got good stuff, take
Bitches, that wanna back talk
Get out and walk
I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing
Never
down, "Oh the crime!"
He's spoiling their enjoyment by enforcing all the rules
A stickler, it fueled him, others thought he was a fool
Julien did not get
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
cool, damn that Ice Cube
Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food
Mr. Bruce Leeroy with the Kung Fu
Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School, finna bust
much Mr ow much are you charging?
I went on a stag do to London the other year
£5.50 for a motherchuffin' beer
I was broke by the first night, London's
this
Mr. Clynch, shut the fuck up
Give up already, shit
Man, fuck you
Get on that fucking wall right now
Fore I call the au-fucking-thorities
Don't think
Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, and two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low,
hoe to get the pitcher
Liquor, I'm straight up, she on Margarita mixer
Mister
I'm Mister
I ain't never miss her
Mister
Bobby Bandz
Mr. Long,
watt
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes 1 by 1, even 2 by 2
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low then
never will I get to meet
Someone else as beautiful with brains up in a different league
Always keep me laughing with our inside jokes
You decorate
you up, you know I'm sayin')
Mr. Lover (let's fog up some window sills, girl, uh) (uh, yeah)
Mr. Lover (catch your groove back now)
Mr. Lover, Mr
you up, you know I'm sayin')
Mr. Lover (let's fog up some window sills, girl, uh) (uh, yeah)
Mr. Lover (catch your groove back now)
Mr. Lover, Mr
to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
letter, to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better
Dear Mr. President, tell me
Mr.Heartache
(Wow wow wow)
Give me the strength to get up
Hello my friend, Mr.Heartache (Mr.Heartache)
How many times have we met?
How are you now?
It's
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