Lyrics:
doing tryna do some Zydeco (hey)
I just let the music come from my soul
So all of my people can stay on the floor (ooh, ooh)
They got a brand new dance
on the microphone
You work it out, work it out on the dance floor
I work it out, work it out on the microphone
You work it out, work it out on the dance floor
Now I
sure, there is
A direct, not inferred, reference in
Her lyrics to "salad tossing"
Which, to be clear
Is the act of being anally probed
By someone else's
cold rockin the floor
like stupid, actin like a retard
waitin for a bumrush, gettin to the good part
It tips me so with temptation
writin my lyrics with
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All di gyal pon di dance floor wantin' some more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ,
you move
Across the floor then you're gone again
What do I got to do
To get the chance
What do I got to do
If all you wanna do is
Dance Dance Dance
dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh)
What's goin' on on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I
Think of what you're losing
By constantly refusing to dance with me
You'd be the idol of France with me
And yet you stand there
And shake your
“FIYA” - MUSIC & LYRICS BY: ARMEN BALYAN
INTRO:
BABY LET ME SEE YOU BURN BURN BURN
LET ME SEE YOU GET BURNED BURNED BURNED
ARMEN BALYAN
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Got a call from my mom on my cellphone
(Cellphone)
I don't wanna go home
(Oh no)
Gonna get beat by my big bro
Emptying my bowels on the dance floor
Man, a nigga geeked I told all my hoes I love them
Fuck a sneaky link, bitch we go together
Let's fuck on the dance floor aye
Let's fuck
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All di gyal pon di dance floor wantin' some more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ,
calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics
of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin' right
So you pass to the left, then you sail to the right
Don't be so quick to walk away (dance with me)
gonna say, so you just say
Surprise, Surprise Surprise!
And there I was
I was standing on the dance floor
And I was surrounded by people of all shapes
Sippin Alize at the bar by the liters
Feeling like a superstar I see her so I meet her
I grab her by the hand to the dance floor as we go
She responses
of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin' right
So you pass to the left, then you sail to the right
Don't be so quick to walk away (dance with me)
[Chorus]
Go get low, get on the floor
It's that time, Dance hard like it's a crime
This that sound of future time
Brought to you by your boy, csteroidpine
She ain't sweating shit, unless shes on the dance floor
She ain't sweating shit, unless shes on the dance floor
She ain't sweating shit, unless shes
When I hit the floor, I'd rather pop lock than dougie
But everybody love it! Every-Everybody love it!
So on the rare occasion you see me clubbing
of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smellin' right
So you pass to the left, then you sail to the right
Don't be so quick to walk away (dance with me)
1-2-3
Give it to me
Get on the dance floor
Start to clap your hands for
The smooth operator, what more can your ask for
The musical maestro
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All di gyal pon di dance floor wantin' some more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ,
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