- Hold The Line (feat. Mr. Lex & Santigold) 歌詞 Major Lazer
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- Major Lazer Hold The Line (feat. Mr. Lex & Santigold) 歌詞
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I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
We ah **** the hottest gyal dem round ya
Girl from down ah country and
Girl from down ah town ya
If you check da phone ya
Kimona simona and Sonya Ramona
Gyal love hear da sound ya
Call kiki and tell him send me a pound ah
Ah di highest grade because we like smell di aroma
When me touch de road de gyaldem say ya we ah dem owna
Feelings a carry fi Fiona
True a me she seh she wa fi be a sperm donor
Bush to the bone me
Fresh from California
Wen me touch them gyal smell da cologne ya
Hear me now
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make your jeans
Vibrate like a Nokia
Hot gyal here
Hot gyal here
A bare hot gyal me wan full up inna di square
Gyal ah call say come here
Come here
Me tell dem hold the line and take a chair
If ya want a girl nuh bodda worry youte ask me cuz mi share
Step up inna de club and
Watch everybody stare
We ah **** di hottest set ah gyal dem round here
Year to year a fih we gyal dem have di flare
So hear me now
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make your jeans
Vibrate likea Nokia
I know my brain is worth bigger than your stock
When I be spitting never want me to stop
I got that fire in me ready to explode
And when it happens feel that wrath of my load
Like d**n woman you got me when you get up on top
Like d**n how you do it with that rhythm you got
Well now Im driving till you get out on the road
And why you up why you leave your jitterin coat
Now Im much better than you
You really wanna get you wanna get
You tremblin up from the mix eh
Baby you better sit down
Fling it back mek yuh wanna get off di ground yea
Doh pretend like I doh hear yuh when yuh pick up
I love it down when you think about me
All you **** ** round busy bad boys forget about me
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya I make ya
I make your jeans
Vibrate like a Nokia
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