Hold the Line (feat. Mr. Lex & Santigold|Explicit)

Hold The Line (Explicit) - Major Lazer/Mr Lex/Santigold

Lyrics by：Lexxus/Switch/Diplo/1 m

Composed by：Lexxus/Switch/Diplo/1 m

Produced by：Major Lazer

Santigold：

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 ya

Mr. Lexx：

We ah f**k the hottest gyal dem round' ya

Girl from down ah country and

Girl from down ah town ya

If 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 a me she seh she wa fi be a sperm donor

Bush to the bone me

Fresh from California

Wen me touch them gyal smell da cologne ya

Hear me now

Santigold：

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 Nokia

Mr. Lexx：

Hot 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 f**k di hottest set ah gyal dem round here

Year to year a fih we gyal dem have di flare

So hear me now

Santigold：

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 Nokia

I 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 d**n woman you got me when you get up on top

Like d**n 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

Now I'm much better than you

You really wanna get you wanna get

You tremblin' 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 f**kin' round busy bad boys forget about me

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 Nokia