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letra de zongalow! (radio edit) - doomoojay

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[intro]
yo! yo! turn me up just a lil’ bit!
big riddim business, zongalow! (style!)
doomoojay on deck, dreyhm jaxon in the rave…
you already know what time it is…

“oh lawd… doomoojay on the beat again!”

[verse 1: dreyhm jaxon]
slid through quiet, cap low but i clocked that
no badge flashin’, still heads gave a quick dap
she moved like the night had a curfew
lowkey hot, whole room caught the preview
champagne glass in the left, calm but tactical
track got rude, now she movin’ like capital
i don’t miss steps, we met in a past life
but you lookin’ at me like that ain’t the archive

[chorus]
zongalow!
when the drop hit mеan and the crowd all lean like whoa!
shorty got movеs that i ain’t seen since ’03, that’s cold
hands in the sky like the bass just stole her soul
move so clean like she glidin’ on cruise control
zongalow!
eyes locked in, but she danced like she solo though
crowd get live every time that she let it go
one-two step and the room hit overload
if you ain’t here, then you missin’ that centrefold
tell the dj run that back, let’s go
zongalow!
[refrain]
back again (back again), rewind that (rewind that)
drop that, drop that, spin it back (spin it back)
no delay, let it play, all in (all in)
zongalow! mode when the beat come swingin’
hands up (hands up), no front (no front)
crowd gone mad when the riddim just jump
back again (back again), we ain’t done (we ain’t done)
run it, run it, yeah that one!

[verse 2: dreyhm jaxon]
wheel it up once, and your whole crew faded
all eyes switch lanes when you made it
no fake codes, we ain’t doin’ the staged bits
when the sound hits clean, you ain’t taming it
two-step tight like i came with a plan
dropped one nod, now i’m holdin’ your hand
too crisp, but i ain’t here to flex though
drop hit strong, crowd movin’ like it’s retro

[chorus]
zongalow!
when the drop hit mean and the crowd all lean like whoa!
shorty got moves that i ain’t seen since ’03, that’s cold
hands in the sky like the bass just stole her soul
move so clean like she glidin’ on cruise control
zongalow!
eyes locked in, but she danced like she solo though
crowd get live every time that she let it go
one-two step and the room hit overload
if you ain’t here, then you missin’ that centrefold
tell the dj run that back, let’s go
zongalow!
[verse 3: gritkid]
she spun back like a dj in panic
eyes locked in, she ain’t movin’ frantic
movin’ like she know what the plan is
cut through clean, game sharp, not random
i slide by with the mandem, tandem
fit laid crisp, i ain’t dressed like a fandom
she don’t do noise, still land that mark
heels hit firm like she steppin’ in court
we don’t pose, we adjust and swing
beat hit hard like a tyre on rim
she breeze past, that’s tension
like talks in a room with a big investment
i kept it cool but my post was firm
game ran quiet, still made her turn
she caught that all off a single glance
no words laid down, but the scene advanced
zongalow! certified!

[bridge]
doomoojay shut it down every time, facts only
this one’s for the real ones on the floor, nah, not them posers in the back
if you still standing still, go home
zongalow!

[outro]
she caught that tempo, tight grip, no let-go
dropped in the rhythm, said, “boy, just follow”
crowd got low like the floor went hollow
said one more word, she said “zongalow!”
zongalow!

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