Lyrics:
Like the DJ
Aye look man
Yeah, Like the DJ
I don't know about y'all
But I'm a artist
Like the DJ
And I fucks with them DJ's
Shouts-out to the DJ's
right(nope)
Taking naps to serve feins all night(all night)
I can tell by how she walk if it's tight( if it's tight)
And you can you can tell that it is wok in
want to mint them all
DJ, DJ, spin the record for me
DJ, DJ, May you be charged by LMD
DJ, DJ, spin the record for me
beautiful souls awake, and be free
imitatin' (straight up)
All it took was some patience, niggas still hatin' (get it)
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin' (get it, get it)
Glock
of lupus, cancer, lucimia, epilepsy, m.s,
or sickle cell anemia
All at the same time and the call is a slaign n9ne
Caught by a serial killer with a saw
let me see them hands
Throw them all the way up
Like I'm DJ Khaled, put 'em all the way up
Make a west side, throw it all the way up
They looking
the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by
This beat, yeah
Hop in this thang, yeah
With David Guetta, yeah
And Afrojack, yeah
Now all my ladies, yeah
Go ahead and get sexy, yeah
And if
Get 'em all, get-get 'em on the flo'
Get 'em all, get-get 'em on the flo'
Get 'em all, get-get 'em on the flo'
Get 'em all, watch 'em all fall
38's
we sendin' out
A world wide decree to the streets
It's time to start snatchin'
These DJs by they bra straps
All these fake frauds, wanna be disc
Jocks
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ
Mr. DJ play, play it for me (get set, get set)
(oh, oh) (get set, get set)
Now it feels like it could be romance
As we
All he had to do was turn up, DJ and get paid
But these three, I couldn't swing it, so I worked with someone else
Told him up front and we had other
DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
of the subjects, he don't want to bang wit me
His corner men had to push em down the aisle
Just to get him in the ring with me
Cuz I swing quickly, the leave ya
grindin' all the time,
'all the time.
This for my homies that be grindin' all the time.
I like my music loud, so DJ turn me up,
DJ turn me up, eh.
I like
with the dope ass intro
I'm comin' and comin' with the style, see
It's 'bout time now ain't all business
I believe 'em without the nine
Downin' the 40
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
really dry clay
Gonna crack em up, cause
We do it my way
Bumpin all the ogs on the highway
Everybody think they know me by what I say
People think that
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off,
fuckin' do it (do it)
These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it
Middle finger to 'em all, I'ma make 'em pay
PSA for any nigga
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off,
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
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