Battle Of The Bands Lyrics by 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
Hook:
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
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