Move, then you let the music do the rest Don't stop moving until you feel it in your chest Brace for impact 'Cause once the bass attacks You gonna shake that ass Until your fucking face collapse! (Wooh)
So if you're feelin' good, you better put your hands up Put your hands up Put your fuckin' hands up It's time to party man And we ain't tryna' stop Turn your fucking volume up, until the fuckin' speaker pop!
Here we go, don't stop 'til the fuckin' speaker pop!
Come on Yeah
Yeah!
Here yo, P-A-R-T-Y Let the music get you high Think Imma stop Not until you reach the S-K-Y Keeping it fly
Until we see the morning light Something about it feels so right The bass is heavy, it feels so tight Just focus on that and you'll feel alright
'Cause once it drops we now they smashing They getting it down in an orderly fashion Kill them dance moves like an Assassin Walk in the nest and you know we crashing
Time to get faded, soaked and sweaty The Cross that we bringing is dope and heavy Turning your brain into spaghetti It's that time again, I hope you're ready!
Here we go, don't stop Till somebody call the cops!
Waah! Yeah
Yeah!
Datsik, Snak The Ripper Tryna have a fucking have a good time tonight Hahahaha
Compositores: Troy David Beetles, William Fyvie (Snak The Ripper) ECAD: Obra #6681239