Texty

His house party is crazy, my crew is hella wavy Yo, flip the cut, then say what's up, then slide out with your lady No ifs or buts about it, my style is technotronic Got grips and models so spin the bottle, girl I'm just getting started Get up, get up, get up Pump the volume, feel the base Get up, get up, get up Turn me on and let me do my thang Get up, get up, get up We in the house and we here to stay Get up, get up, get up! We be raging round the clock, feel that base around the block Fill that red cup to the top, birthday shots Doesn't matter, who you are, look around, we in the stars Round the world, we party all, We go all night strong until we drop Get up, get up, get up Pump the volume, feel the base Get up, get up, get up Turn me on and let me do my thang Get up, get up, get up We in the house and we here to stay Get up, get up, get up! Put your hands, put your, put your hands up Put your hands, put your, put your hands up Put your hands, put your, put your hands up We ain't going home, it's 6 in the morn' This house is bumping, friction on We ain't going home, even when the lights come on This house is bumping, base still go strong Get up
Writer(s): James Roh, Koen Groeneveld, Adriaan Addy Van Der Zwan, Jae Won Choung, Paul C. Baumer, Hugo Langras, Virman Pau Coquia, Kev Nish, Nathan Lawrence Walker, Maarten Hoogstraten Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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