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it´s not a war. DJ, we want more, just dance, drop your gun fighting in disco Vietnam. No killing, only music hits, no shooting, just bass drum beats.

You know all this music shit
This some shit, like really me and my nigga DJ started when we was, lil niggas, young niggas
You know what I'm saying

When it comes to music quality not quantity

But a lot of man don't believe me like Skyz he's my guy I tell him keep it close
Like a legal document a lot

on the day to day
Crack a smile and try to fake
But aint fake, any day
Like a DJ fade to the side 
That shit there I don’t want to play
 Adult at the end

Off The clock and on the highway
To make it on time by nine
To a spot where we can both unwind
And celebrate love and life
Make your way down

Blvksh33p in it
It Xeyething
M one music
Lets go
Alright den
Yeah

Nah no time to laugh an skin
Money fi ah fly like ah damn wicket
Everybody happy

musicbut people will say that's not hit it's crazy how life is goingsurrounded by peoplebut still i don't knwo what i am doingcame to this city cause of one

Wednesday, the DJ told me I was over the hump. Thursday, ten new projects on my desk get dumped. I need a vat of coffee to keep me keeping on until Friday is

of fire, producing the music you gotta admire
Aye, wait, can't be involved with the hate
I stay surrounded by greatness I guess you could call it a gate
I go

it I don't need no friends
She decided to follow the low end 

She hit a left then a right then a .
Happened on a little juggit dj playing sumthin nice

good
The music playing the food is cooking
A couple of people on the floor I see them Jooking
So umma jump out on the floor Two step
Umma do it all by

like beats
I'm no DJ
Got no I.D.
Top of my league
But no Ivy
Can't hide from the things
That I know I need
No escape for a mortal
cnd you know I bleed

the game where you guess if inventions were made by Black. 
We are here with our guest Ms. K. cre you ready to play
I am ready, as the kids say.. No Cap 
Ok,

outline
Slip to my waist, tight
Four on the floor, right

DJ, drop it low-low
Bassline, give me the solo
Let's speed up ‘cause you're too slow
Yeah, cause

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My song is playing by the dj

outline
Slip to my waist, tight
Four on the floor, right

DJ, drop it low-low
Bassline, give me the solo
Let's speed up ‘cause you're too slow
Yeah, cause

thing
The funky Filipino

Placing bets by the casino
I spit when I talk
OG like listen to oldies
I fold these green pieces of paper

I've been through

through cause I can't stay too long
Know I'm the only grandchild that you've been waiting on
But with this music, hopefully you'll get a vacant home outside

struggle by
Champagne and sweet things
While the boys are drunk and hungover
And start again

A disco in an old car park
The music blaring
The DJ lost in his

I've been on a roll
Just to go and get some dough
Slide up to the party
Bet the homies there fosho
This ain't country music but their slappin' when

the sand
The hoes bounce to the music as they greeting the fam
You ever hit it from the back watching balcony waters
Holding her arms saying shush got

hands up ye 

Got the vibe so high
Can you feel it right now? 
I got my mind so live
Can you turn the lights up?
Oh you passing by
We turn the music right

Private Party
		
		Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.

Verse :		It’s exclusive, are you on the list?
			The DJ is spinning all our

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South Side Music, isto é South Side
Queres beef, eu trago shooters tipo Kawai
papo reto, sem rodeio, no lie

Tentaram duvidar, but i don't know why