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Hold The Line Karaoke

Major Lazer

LyricsHold The Line

Major Lazer

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

We a fuck de hottest

gyal dem round ya

Gyal from down a country and

gyal from down a town ya

If yuh check de phone ya

Kimona Simona

and Sonya Ramona

Gyal love hear da sound ya

Call Kiki and tell him

send me a pound a

A de highest grade because

we like smell de aroma

When me touch de body

gyal dem seh a

we a dem owna

Feelings a carry fi Fiona

True a me she seh she wa

fi be a sperm donor

Bush to de bone me

Fresh from California

Wen me touch di road dem

gyal smell da cologne ya

Hear me now

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya jeans

vibrate like a Nokia

Hold the line

Yeah

Hot gyal here

Hot gyal there

A bere hot gyal me wan

full up inna de Square

Gyal a call me seh come here

Come Here

Me tell dem hold de line

and tek a chair

If ya want a girl

no botha worry you

ask me cause me share

Step up inna de club and

watch everybody stare

We a fuck de hottest set

a gyal dem round here

Year to year a fi we gyal

dem have de flare

So hear me now

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya jeans

vibrate like a Nokia

Hold the line

I know my brain is much

bigger than your stock

When I start spittin

never want me to stop

I got that fire in

me ready to explode

and when it happens feel

the wrath of my load

Like damn woman you got me

yeah you get up on top

Like damn how you do it

with that rhythm you got

Well now I'm driving till

you get out on the road

I wind you up wind you

leave you shivering cold

No I'm much better than you

You really wanna get you wanna get

You trembling up from the mix eh

Baby you better sit down

Fling it back mek yuh

wanna get off di ground yea

Doh pretend like I doh

hear yuh when yuh pick up

I love it down

when you think about me

All you fucking round

busy bad boys forget about me

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya I make ya I make

I make ya I make ya

I make ya jeans

vibrate like a Nokia

Composer
Ellie Goulding & Diplo, Jari Kalervo Salo, Santi White
Lyrics
Jari Kalervo Salo, Ellie Goulding & Diplo, Santi White, Chad David Taylor, Christopher Palmer
Publisher
Catskills Music Publishing Limited, Iconoclast Ignite Music Ii, Stb Music Inc, Little Jerk
Copyright owner
Chad David Taylor, Christopher Palmer, Ellie Goulding & Diplo, Jari Kalervo Salo, Santi White