Il testo della Battle of the bands

Jeremih

Twista!
Yes, yes, fresh in the flesh, i'm the best dressed and the best sex
I'm the dutch master, yeah!
Jet set till i just sweat and my chest wet,
Cause i gotta flex like fuck master, yeah!
Party full of hoes and i'm checking out a way the ' look
Run daddy kush in the air, oh!
' that casket (why?)
Cause the way that i be killing it, don't nobody compare!
Two step with a slight hop to the right spot
Cause i might holler at a honey (honey)
No sweat, cause i might pop
Cause you probably know a nigga got a pocket full of money (money)
I tell her i'm her biggest fans,
Go into a rage when i look at how she dance
Standing on the stage with a handful of bands
And that's when i

Bump that ass a little more
This bitch going on and on and on
The party you know it never stops
We be going about till 9 o'clock
Sipping on a blue bottle of ciroc
Booze for the hoe
Her ' face on the spot
At least i'm around
Gonna flex on to my '
Honey, gotta dance
Just me and my niggas
Don't mind if people calling that battle of the bands!
Bump that ass a little more
This bitch going on and on and on
The party you know it never stops
We be going about till 9 o'clock

I'm feeling ny, but you know that i'm chicago
I hope your girls are freaks 'cause i'm my nigga shadow
I just left my shelter, swear i just left the lotto
Tricks don't fear to follow, so turn that ass a combo

With them other girls (i got you!)
All you party girls (i got you!)
All you independent bitch ass bullshit, party girls (i got you!)
We in here to be happy (i got you!)
Bring in all the girls (i got you!)
Throw your hands up high, you ain't tryina turn it down