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Hold the Line (featuring Mr. Lexx & Santigold)

Major Lazer

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make yaWe ah fuck the hottest gyal dem round 'ya

Girl from down ah country and

Girl from down ah town yaIf you check da phone ya

Kimona, Simona, and Sonya, Ramona

Gyal love hear da sound ya?

Call Kiki and tell him send me a pound ah

Ah di highest grade because we like smell di aroma

When me touch de road de gyal'dem say ya 'We ah dem owna'

Feelings a carry fi' Fiona

True ah mi she say

Bush to the bone me

Fresh from California

Wen me touch them gyal smell da cologne ya

Hear me nowI make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make your jeans

Vibrate like a NokiaHot gyal here

Hot gyal here

A bare hot gyal me wan full up inna di square

Gyal ah call say come here

(Come here)

Me tell dem hold the line and take a chair

If ya want a girl, nuh bodda worry youte ask me cuz mi share.

Step up inna de club and

Watch everybody stare

We ah fuck di hottest set ah gyal dem round here.

Year to year a fih we gyal dem have di flare.

So hear me nowI make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make yaWah dem a call

I make your jeans

Vibrate like a NokiaI know my brain is worth bigger than your stock

When I be spitting never want me to stop

I got that fire in me ready to explode

And when it happens feel that wrath of my load

Like 'damn woman' you got me when 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

And why you up why you leave your 'jitterin coat'Baby you better sit downAll your talking bout busy bad boys forget about meI make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya

I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make ya, I make yaWid dem ya call

I make your jeans

Vibrate like a Nokia

Songwriters

TAYLOR, DAVE / PENTZ, THOMAS / WHITE, SANTI / PALMER, CHRIS /Published by

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