Fuckin' the DJ - Mykki Blanco, LE1F

Check the system, get into the mix

Make you wanna run it back

Make you wanna scratch the itch

You see, me and Mykki burning rubber til your back aches

Yup.

You be catching no breaks

We gon' beez in the trap, we trap Bs

Fly and flexible that trapeze

No requests

But if you wanna spin this, we got the tricks up sleeves

Slave to the dance

Third eye open, body deep in a trance

My thighs so wet like I peed in my pants

Body high, body roll

Bully me if you can

It smells like sex and weed in this room

Club has zombies going dead in the

I took that molly, now I’m patting this dude

I give that good head monkey brain — Temple of Doom

Is you thinking, «Are we really gonna 3-way?»

Why allow them in the club?

The bouncers giving leeway

Bottle service bitches tryna throw mad shade

Bitches serving me the bottle, get the fuck out my face

Peace, peace, peace, peace, love, unity, respect

Yo, the homies got the acid and the weed on deck

This is local shit, what you know 'bout that?

Yo, damn this girl’s wilding, please keep her in check

Yo!

I love this song

This is good as it gets, let me fix my thong

Shake your ass to the left, you can do no wrong

Booty drop on the floor, yo this DJ’s bomb

Body banging like a gong, yeah you feel this groove?

Dancing all night long til my face can’t move

Speakers sound like a storm, it’s a bass typhoon

Sweat drip on the floor, now gimme some room

Coz tonight, I’m fucking the DJ

Tonight, I’m fucking the DJ

Coz tonight, I’m fucking the DJ

Tonight, I’m fucking the DJ…

Pop p-p-pop

Pussy pop the shots

Pop me a pill, watch it start to slow, pop

Kiss on my heel like you got a foot fetish

Spank on my booty til it 'bout to turn reddish

Jesus Cristo, what happened, yo?

Y’all fucked up coz my flow’s drugs, yo

Choke on my words it’s a verbal death sentence

Light you weak bitches up black pussies and incense