Karaoke - Live
Dun Dun Dun
Showtime, time to shine, Showtime
Got a bevy of bad broads with ankle monitors
Gotta hit 'em with bandeaus, they quick pop off
Give a fuck about landlords, when we some outlaws
Baby you could get ran off, a queen not soft
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Fuck a hater cause you should know
Touch down on the stage
You know, a bitch ain't come to play
Clap clap when I sing
So I know that you're feelin' me
Oh, if you live this loud
Show it, show it, show it, oh
It's your moment now
Sing it, sing it, sing it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it baby
Work it baby
Work it baby
Why the fuck when I throw shade, with all the sunshine
I just caught me a whole case, I'm worry bout mine
I showed up on time, leaves hoes shook inside
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Fuck a hater cause you should know
Touch down on the stage
You know, a bitch ain't come to play
Clap clap when I sing
So I know that you're feelin' me
Oh, if you live this loud
Show it, show it, show it, oh
It's your moment now
Sing it, sing it, sing it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it baby
Work it baby
Work it baby
Come make a wish, then make them bounce
Pride on your lips, come make that sound
If you gotta dick, then dick them down
If you gotta drip, then make them drown
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it
Pop it Pop it
Pop it Pop it
Pop it Pop it
Pop it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Work it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Touch down on the stage
You know, a bitch ain't come to play
Clap clap when I sing
So I know that you're feelin' me
Oh, if you live this loud
Show it, show it, show it, oh
It's your moment now
Sing it, sing it, sing it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
Showtime, time to shine, Showtime
Got a bevy of bad broads with ankle monitors
Gotta hit 'em with bandeaus, they quick pop off
Give a fuck about landlords, when we some outlaws
Baby you could get ran off, a queen not soft
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Fuck a hater cause you should know
Touch down on the stage
You know, a bitch ain't come to play
Clap clap when I sing
So I know that you're feelin' me
Oh, if you live this loud
Show it, show it, show it, oh
It's your moment now
Sing it, sing it, sing it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it baby
Work it baby
Work it baby
Why the fuck when I throw shade, with all the sunshine
I just caught me a whole case, I'm worry bout mine
I showed up on time, leaves hoes shook inside
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Ooh Bitch you better
Fuck a hater cause you should know
Touch down on the stage
You know, a bitch ain't come to play
Clap clap when I sing
So I know that you're feelin' me
Oh, if you live this loud
Show it, show it, show it, oh
It's your moment now
Sing it, sing it, sing it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
You gotta work it baby
Work it baby
Work it baby
Come make a wish, then make them bounce
Pride on your lips, come make that sound
If you gotta dick, then dick them down
If you gotta drip, then make them drown
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it
Pop it Pop it
Pop it Pop it
Pop it Pop it
Pop it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Work it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Touch down on the stage
You know, a bitch ain't come to play
Clap clap when I sing
So I know that you're feelin' me
Oh, if you live this loud
Show it, show it, show it, oh
It's your moment now
Sing it, sing it, sing it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
You gotta drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it Drop it
Drop it
You gotta work it work it
Work it Work it
Work it Work it
Karaoke
Credits
Writer(s): Michael J Fonseca, Freddie Ross, Fernando Garibay, Ramiro Padilla, Rosina Russell, Daniel Grant
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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