Lyrics:
Keep your circle tight
Trust no one, nobody (nobody, nobody, no no no)
DJ Khaled!
Gotta be careful who you trusting
Be aware of your
like it all matters before I die
But they want me to do a song with Pitbull
Fuck you
Oowee, hey, man, say man its the kid that did, shout out to that RB out of that Covington, Georgia
The name of the song is three, you know how it be
DJ Noodles! Mr 305 checking in!
Doing what I do best (Ha Ha Ha)
You know what that is, right?
Jumping on the track and letting the world
Know what it
One life, one love
Enrique Iglesias, Pitbull
Y'all know what time it is
(Go, go, go, deejay)
We go set it off tonight, just go
(Go, go, go,
Dis "Da Bottom" fuck boi pitbull! DJ Ideal
It's a 3 oh-5 movement
Better say a revolution
And you know we got it on lock
Let 'em know ah - yeah,
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
Shout out DJ Celly
She out here doing her motherfucking Thing
Shout out all the motherfucking DJs Who are on these turntables
Making a nigga feel good
the Nile
You so in denial
The way that I score
And you try to foul
Stand by and watch
You can't stop
No motion at trial
All this commotion for nothing
You
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Dada the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
Aka the Beat Novakane I'mma problem my album drops June 6th listen
Now
'cause you got bank
Shout out to them shock collars(shot callers?), niggas got rank
Death to you snitches seen a light Drake
I'm all the way silent, I
gun so dumb
That it'll fly yo head all the way to London
I'm sick with it, rich like Lil' Weezy
I'm a milli, got a short fuse and I'm throwed like
Yea we gon' take it from the bottom to the windy city
Miami's finest, Chi Town's finest
Pitbull, Twista
And we want all the women to...
Boogie
Yeah we goin' take it from the bottom to the windy city
Miami's finest, Chi Town's finest
Pitbull, Twista
And we want all the women to
Boogie
[Verse 2 - Pitbull]
Let me start
By telling you I love you with all my heart
But i cant understand the reason
When you tell me your leaving
Girl me and you
(pitbull)
Let me start by telling you I love you wit all my heart
But I cant understand the reason
Girl you and me were supposed to be for ever and ever
All you need’s a roller
Then you got your way to the fame
Long as your flow’s on point and
Your beats by Jack Swing
Niggas gettin’ money, shoutout
it's ya boy Dollah$ign
Shout out to all my Down South rappers
Everybody up Top
On the East and on the West
Midwest I aint forget about ya I see ya
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Dada the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
Aka the Beat Novakane I'mma problem my album drops June 6th listen
Now
All you fools just sound the same
Ain't no credit to your name
Ain't no credit line open, that's discrediting the fame
Form your business in
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Red blood drippin' off my
Fucking pitbull's lips
Triple the digit's of six
Six days went by, on the seventh day, I shine
7th Ward diamond minds
slowly dyin'
But Im gonna keep on tryin'
Please don't ask of me to let you goooooooo
(pitbull)
let me start by telling you i love you wit all my heart
but
Back, back, back, back it up!
It's Jay R, straight acting up
With Pitbull, Julio G
From one glass you know wassup
I see her looking from a mile away
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