Su ft Black Ray Drop Quick Lyrics

Well i dont think i did good, even i know my lyric iz fine, got voice, but sleepy head this time >.< i dont know, just, not really delighted bout myself
Think Ray is fixed with this, cuz hey i think my Step in de club is hella hood so thats why i go on with this.... but Mannn...
Dont know if i can you stuffs like this yo?
(hope u guys) Enjoy!

Lyric:

Welcome to the solid party we're pumpin on the mic
It's me S to da U, with R A Y aka Viaro
We're real!
Lets go

[verse 1: su]
Yea
Who wanna step right up
I take you on tour
Welcome aboard to the civility tour
The more the merrier so bring on yo friends
Dont be so coy i'll take you by the hands
Lips gloss shinnin she git it so low
She gets down on it
She gets down with it
i dont walk around wit yayo
if i do that i musta been crazed yo
And one is mommy gone for a while aint no nothing more cushy like mah rules tonight
Two - make the people stand up thats da mission
Three turf out the show
Four no buffoon
Five Dont bite ur nail listen to the Six
Turn the light out you gon see us shinnin now
Seven Not ur head
Eight wave ur hands
Nine move ur legs
Ten break it down

[Hook:]
Ladies and gentlemens this is the party
On the floor we got shawty actin naughty
We go way back
Es yo Suboi
Vayamos ensamblar con junto

[Verse 2: Ray]
Ayo, ayo, lean back and feel
Viaro drops back just to pimp 'em flee
speakas pumpin', shawty snappin',
First thing first, aftermath, crack cha neck
Things crumblin' but imma take cha back
These mah tub imma let cha crack
but wat it do, wat it do, wat it take
u cant touch cha toes, when i blast mah flow
cuz im in top of da class, already pop in da track
So get crunk or back to da trunk dats ya thong
u see da DJay feed us da freeplay
hope cha dont get rot cuz dis da jig'z place
club hype, party's rollin' to get you
pretty better u should show cha best move
Temp's pretty hot, lets yell Yeah
Imma bring Su back, so she can make it clear

[Hook]

[Verse 3: su]
Now look up here we're the master mic
With the PJ on fire we're go bomb the mic
Yo bring me the beat on the back with the track on fire so i'll give you the flow from my mouth to my mic
Jonnie go run his mouth around the corner
hopin for some girl like his mother to love him
Shows some money and car with his skateboard like he always says - they girls - gon like him
I got my soul theory, you got the TB
I got my homies G, you got cha fake love
I treat nice to ya
how you treated me twice bad
But you dont deserve my hate
Ima talk to you real quick What's so big thing U gatta be hit so stop doin tricks
I jump the floor split
I aint worry cuz i got my snickers so quick so quick