Lyrics:
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
like David Guetta, getting stoned with a Spanish girl no Rosetta
I put my chain deep in the ocean and when I took it out, that shit got wetter
I took
experimenting, plug into some David Guetta
Forget about the metaphors and all that fancy whatever
I mean your style by any measure is a fatal endeavor
Whether
Tiger - Put your hand up
Intro
If you ain’t came to party take your weak ass home if you came for the drama take your weak as home if you ain’t
know that we can
We can do it
If we try
Let war and hatred
Pass us by
D.J. CODA:
Throw down your guns and pick up the love
Yes I know that we can do it
stopped
Was coming for your spot put your hands up
Celebrate your fashion!
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best point
Amen, fashion, on the runway, work
a record
Sound like David Guetta
Choppa make him dance like he in step up
Opp niggas they be bragging bout bitches
I fucked on his bitch and i ain't even
[Intro: David Banner talking]
Yo mo' (more)
I went to see a friend of mine the other day
Ya know what I'm talkin' bout? (huh, I'm drunk)
She said,
up
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Put em up
And if you feel me, then
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Put em up
Crank this to eleven
Get a little dirt on your hands, son
Get a little dirt on your hands
If you're gonna grow up to be a big, big man
Get a little dirt on your hands
throwned
Line four up on the line and
Head to the end zone girl
I was meant to be, with you!!
Now put your hands up in the air yeah
Put 'em where I could
Piana the sweaters
Had to cop me more than one
DJ money David Guetta
Take your wifey scarlet letter
Triple XXX with the energy
This is the music you play
The microphone pleaser
Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's Easter
Baby, spoon the workers, take you to the cleaners
and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'
I
on some music
Put on some music
Let's have a hell of a time
Put on some music
Hey David lend me a dime
Put on some music
Put on some music
Then he gets up
your fists
See your hands turn white
On the battle line
Each morning we wake up
Screamin’ LORD
Turn this flesh down & build my faith up
You live & learn
smiled
You have to take a moment
And appreciate your past
Say say say say
Ah
There comes a time
When you have to look up to the sky
And thank Jah
Eventually with bullshit I get fed up
I'm trying to learn to sing like David Guetta
And I know it just won't happen
I'm trying to change some habits
I fall
the best you can do
Is this all that you've got
He discounted David
Made fun of him
David didn't pay any attention
He took a stone
Put it in the sling shot
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
dalla madama sto scappando fra dalla pula
160 Manchester Oldham perchè il plug è li che mi aspetta
Bro's in the bando mixing up stuff like a dj David
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
Yeah, yeah
My brother just put your hands up
Yo, yo
Flashing lights all in your face, just put your hands up
If you comply, they'll let you slide,
Get a little dirt on your hands, son
Get a little dirt on your hands
If you're gonna grow up to be a big, big man
Get a little dirt on your hands
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