Lyrics:
“MAKE ME SHAKE”
Lyrics by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music Produced by Chris Blood
Copyright c 2016
I don't know too much bout that fucking illzone
My bud was supposed to talk about it on this beat yo
But his lazy weed ass couldn't write a lyric bro
(C'mon, Ron)
Could call us track, medalist how we sprint to the loot
The stardom just had settled in, still a loose screw
No, we ain't brothers, we
ride
See'mon baby
Let's get this going
With this magic glass on you
There will be steady flowing
Girl I need your love
Your love
Your
Chorus:
From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
And blow, up like the world trade
On another day c'mon c'mon
With these ropes I tied can we do no wrong
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young
quand j'accélère
Mon reuf y kiffe quand sa pete sa mère
clors on taffe des lyrics amères
Qui mettent en lumières mon équipe mes frères -
Ceux qui
just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, y'all niggas could neva' see me)
Get some crunk in yo system (C'mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
play-boy
Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun
Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon
Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie
que tu crois
Tu rêves de public mais
T'auras jamais le mien
Homme bionique, lyrics dynamiques
Mon volume est physique
Mon optique se concrétise par le
Tiens mon mail, tiens mon tiens mon mail
Tiens mon mail
Vaniquertamère.com
Tiens mon mail, tiens mon tiens mon mail
Tiens mon mail
go out
Its all good to stop drop n roll, coz when were hot DECEPTIKONZ
Stop, Drop and Roll, yeah
Stop, Drop and Roll, c'mon
Stop, Drop and Roll, c'mon
{*intro conversations takes about 25 seconds*}
[Mad Skillz]
I put roots on MC's who try to fade these
lyrics kid please, I got the microphone
sachets
Un jour sans gramme
Un jour gâcher
Mon but ces de vivre
Pas d exister
Il ont tord et fond des promesses
J'élabore mes lyrics en finesses
Monte
the stage, we ain't the same
By the way I graffiti my name, nah we ain't the same
By the way I roll my strain, yo yo gee mon tell'em we aint the same
I do it
i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like
i like it
Talented i got lyrics on my brain so i rap coz i like it
Yeah call prince of the mic coz with lyrics im lit
Yeah rhyme on beats like
on the AC
Cool off the strange beef
Still you ain't see
You was trying to be funny
By using me as a dummy
You ain't my nigga
You ain't my nigga
T'es pas mon
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Verse :
Je me souviens de toi
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Just gonna drop this on one of them Moby beats
Here we go
C'mon
Put your hands in the air
Alright y'all
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck
Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats
Here we go
c'mon
Put your hands in the air
Allright / y'all
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When I let the lyrics fly and the sound going cry
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When the lyrics them fly and a soundboy die
My raps cut
turning back
When you cross the line
People c'mon
Its riot time
Riot time
Riot time!
Riot time
When people all change
By staying the same
And maybe your
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