Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carta
Carta
Programming
SMACK
SMACK
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kris Kiss
Kris Kiss
Songwriter
Carta
Carta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carta
Carta
Producer
SMACK
SMACK
Producer

Lyrics

Oww, I'ma turn it up 'til the mornin' (Yeah) We been goin' hard all week (all week) All around the city like the Metro Still gotta show love to the streets But when we touch the floor, man, it's a madness Been on the ground, we tryna get respect It's like the Hunger Games, I'm the Katniss So when I shoot ya better hit the deck Shout for the gang that I rep But I grip the mic, I don't grip the deck Stay fly like a private jet I step up in the dance and get my respect Spittin' straight fire on the set So when I spray my flames, ya better hit the deck New school wave but it's retro Man are gettin' gassed, I'm flammable like Hit the deck Comin' for the money, I'ma throw it in the air like Hit the deck Spinnin' on the Henny 'til my vision is impaired like 'Paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like 'Paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like Oho, bop the beat, bop the beat Bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, oho Bop the beat, the bop the beat, th-th-the bop the beat, the beat Hit the deck Bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, oho Bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat Hit the deck, deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck Hit the deck, deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck Deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck Hit the deck, deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck Oww, I'ma turn it up 'til it the shut down (Yeah) Ain't plannin' on gettin' me any sleep (No way) On a fight from the second that I touch down Feel the bass rumbling underneath my feet But when we touch the stage, it's too crazy We got the juice to get your girl wet I'm comin' like the Atlantic, come wavy So when I flow, you better hit the deck Shout for the gang that I rep When I grip the mic, I don't grip the deck Stay fly like a private jet I step up in the dance and get my respect Spittin' straight fire on the set So when I spray my flames, ya better hit the deck New school wave but it's retro Man are gettin' gassed, I'm flammable like Hit the deck Comin' for the money, I'ma throw it in the air like Hit the deck Spinnin' on the Henny 'til my vision is impaired like 'Paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like 'Paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like, 'paired like (Hit the deck) Oho, bop the beat, bop the beat Bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, oho Bop the beat, the bop the beat, th-th-the bop the beat, the beat Hit the deck Bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, oho Bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat, the bop the beat Hit the deck, deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck Hit the deck, deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck Deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck Hit the deck, deck, deck Hit the deck, hit the deck
Writer(s): Giorgio Carta, Kirstian Kiss, Andrea Muscia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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