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Listen to First Lady by Lisa Maffia
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lisa Maffia
Lisa Maffia
Performer
JD aka 'Dready'
JD aka 'Dready'
Vocals
Megaman
Megaman
Vocals
Swiss
Swiss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lisa Maffia
Lisa Maffia
Composer
Swiss
Swiss
Lyrics
JD
JD
Composer
Mega Man
Mega Man
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JD aka 'Dready'
JD aka 'Dready'
Producer

Lyrics

All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice) Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice) My kind of jam so we're doin it right Yo, who got the inflow keepin it tight Lisa Maffia (huh) Remember I told you, I'm a soldier (ha) Drop this in the club and it's all over It's all over It's all over Tonight leave out the crib with the Gucci prize Christian Dior boots, Fendi life Then be my girls roll up in the night Outside the club security tight Skip through the queue to the door on the right Up on the floor by the bar what do you like Time out bezzel techno ice I'm in the wrong room this is techno night Into room two playin joints I like Breakers being Harlem shakin all night And if you're in the mood grip left and right Party all night we don't want no fight Solid we buy bars for the crew in sight In the VIP Dready be bringin the vibes One glass of verve two shots of ice Ladies shake your ass all night All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice) Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice) My kind of jam so we're doin it right Yo, who got the inflow keepin it tight Lisa Maffia (huh) Remember I told you, I'm a soldier (ha) Drop this in the club and it's all over It's all over It's all over Lisa say its all over Me done tell ya bout how a skyla, skyla Don't watch dem gals dem a filler, filler Look like some old school thriller, thriller Why is there no champagne in the chiller My flows you don't know them get iller If you no cook you no get no dinner Me lose ya mind me a winner, winner Move your nastiness You can't chat to this Respect this Recognise this Realise this A big bad blows meat interprise this So solid hot, cannot despise this You can't hide this You cannot deprive this We move fast so you cannot collide this Everything right so you can't rectify this Ha, you're an idiot Lisa come done this All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice) Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice) My kind of jam so we're doin it right Yo, who got the inflow keepin it tight Lisa Maffia (huh) Remember I told you, I'm a soldier (ha) Drop this in the club and it's all over It's all over It's all over It's me again Mega pumpin the G's my friend The ladies all say I do this with ease Begin to tease the niggaz then go Platinum freeze on them And come so stupid that they're Shakin their knees and blend Maffia with some low down soldier lyrics You got one in it when So solid is turnin believe it All those dreams OK i can give you a minute Take that La Senza off of your whole spirit All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice) Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice) My kind of jam so we're doin it right Yo, who got the inflow keepin it tight Lisa Maffia (huh) Remember I told you, I'm a soldier (ha) Drop this in the club and it's all over It's all over It's all over All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice) Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice) My kind of jam so we're doin it right Yo, who got the inflow keepin it tight Lisa Maffia (huh) Remember I told you, I'm a soldier (ha) Drop this in the club and it's all over It's all over It's all over Yes, it's all over Lisa Maffia JD Dready productions huh Right under your nastiness ha
Writer(s): Pierre Andrew Renfor Neil, Karl Daniel, Dwayne Francis Ojest Vincent, Lisa Maffia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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