When I feel your vibes, when you push the lines,
I feel like a dime,
Give me what you got, you make me so high
Boy you know, you’re blowing my mind

Guillaume :
What kind, of music you make for real?
Can we make a deal? Show me music skills
What kind, of keyboard you play with?
Can we make feat? Re, do, la, si, mi
What kind?

Mamacita! Comin at you like a loco chica

He wanna make me his senorita

Dishing out the heat I give em fever! I give em fever!

She got juice she got sauce yeah she all up in the bag

She a mood she a star steady raking up them stacks

Yea she cool she got plenty drippin like the red sea

Her moves oh so deadly smooth rock steady

That mama jammer we riding on a cara (carousel)

Counting all them carats cut from a different fabric

Raking up and raking up and raking up em’ stacks raking em’ stacks

Raking up and raking up and raking up em’ stacks raking em’ stacks

Here I go now watch me go my way

No time to play now yea I’mma stay

Back and forth DJ put it on replay

Yea all my girls on the floor sa che’!

Comin through with the groove all day

Skirting off in the cool highway

Top down I feel the sun up on my face

Cmon all the girls in the world make waves!

As she enter the arena they say they like her misdemeanour

She a boss she a diva OG queen alternativa

Raking up and raking up and raking up em’ stacks raking em’ stacks

Raking up and raking up and raking up em’ stacks raking em’ stacks

As she enter the arena, they say they like her misdemeanour

She a boss she a diva, OG queen alternativa !

Drop drop drop drop

Look at that big ol' rump

Drop drop drop drop

Makin' that big thang dump

Drop drop drop drop

Look at em tryna stunt

Drop drop drop drop

Drop it real low in them pumps

Look at rump

Ooh that thang blessed be

Like a nun

It can have several seats

That's a pun

It don't get out that much

No fun

throwing it back

No play no runs

Baby got stacks

And cakes and buns

She eat the floor up like dessert

I know her feet hurt

Ima sweep her off her heels

Like a swiffer

You are the type that I prefer

A really good dancer

She really different

I never had a cancer

Do you like libras

I’ma romancer

I gotta have balance

And you apply pressure

If I must fess up

Im slidin yo dress up

So i can press you bout

Raising my pressure

Got my blood boiling

Hotta than hella

Finer than wine

And juicy i tell ya

Drop drop drop drop

Look at that big ol' rump

Drop drop drop drop

Makin' that big thang dump

Drop drop drop drop

Look at em tryna stunt

Drop drop drop drop

Drop it real low in them pumps

Drop it real low in them heels

Drop it real low in that skirt

Tell ya girls its gettin’ real

Boy dont get ya feelings hurt

Shorty really want her space

You can back the hmph up

She about to throw that butt

She about to sweat that lace

She dont leave no room to stunt

Aint nothing about her fake

Twerkin’ while they look and hate

That girl dont play

She can throw it back

And twerk for days

She can throw that butt

Make it go round and round

When she stop

Its still gone shake

Throw it on the asphalt

If it crack its ok

Cuz its asphalt

When its fat like that

As a matter of fact

you throwin it back

That a assault

Drop drop drop drop

Look at that big ol' rump

Drop drop drop drop

Makin' that big thang dump

Drop drop drop drop

Look at em tryna stunt

Drop drop drop drop

Drop it real low in them pumps

Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...
And I’m sure that you’re sick of my shit..Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...

Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...
No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same fuckin’ song,(Same fuckin’ song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Full

disclosure

at

beginning

Trying to

make

you

bring

that

foxhole

closer
So I

could

duck

[or

dive]

in

it

and

bust

from

it

Like

good

soldiers

wasn't

long

before

I

reenlisted several reasons not needing to be specific

The combat just seemed addictive

As

hard

as

we

fight

the

relief efforts

are

more extensive
If you ever hear "I-ran" she

was

water boarding my henchman.
I'm

at

attention

Salute I

commander

she

chiefing

all

about

face

was

we

beefing?

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...