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Anthem (Its All You) Video (MV)




Performed By: Don FaZo
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Xavier Foye




Don FaZo - Anthem (Its All You) Lyrics




I know you
Say you want a
Theme song
Put this on
Its yo muh f*ckin anthem

Shake that ass like tambarine
Get yo freak on
Bounce that ass left to right
Just like its ping pong

Ice got you super cold
You frozen
Mix match designer
Rockin Louie
Wit Chanel on
Creepin they hatin
Checkin in like what is she on
They aint see nuthin
Hell nah
You just begun

Kicked back, and
You steady be Stackin
You workin hard
Like the plug
When he got the pack in

Lames block yo fame
A shame
But you can't
Get caught lackin
You need that cash
Up front
Before you throw that back end

Get to bag
Aint hard to stand out
Poppin bottles like Vip
Is what Im talk bout
Self made aint have
A need for a hand out
I see you clapping
Wit no much f*ckin hands out

Love to win
But she can't take a loss
Never short
Pay her cost to be a boss
Von Maur now
No trips Ross
Was Dasani
Now she only
Sippin on Voss

Clap it up
She want a round of applause
Life of party
Yea she don't need a cause
Rolls Royce
Got her up among stars
Lulling her to sleep
Like a xanny bar

I know you
Say you want a
Theme song
Put this on
This yo muh f*ckin anthem
Shakin ass like tambarine
Get yo freak on
Bounce that ass left to right
Just like its ping pong

Ice got you super cold
You frozen
Mix match designer
Louie purse
Wit that Chanel on
Creepin they hatin
Checkin in like what is she on
They aint see nuthin
Hell nah
You just begun

Baby girl
Go ahead
And do yo thang though
Representing
All single lady's
No ring on

I like the ones
That gotta jump
To put they jeans on
She like when I grab uh
And Lil mean to err

Gotta keep
Two or three
A Hefner to her
Playboy mansion
Always room for more

Presidential
Yea you going to the top floor
Keep on workin baby
Lot more in store

Stack Stackin up the racks
And they like how
Since U been gettin paid
Money showers
No sun now

Bloody J
That ass be movin
To the drum sound
Knockin my heart
Up out of rhythm
When the beat pound

Whether on the pole
Or in the streets you stunting
Did it on yo own
So you don't
Want for nothin

Got to stay hungry
Always focused
Climbing to the top
Eye of tiger
Always hunting
So you can not stop

Never that
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I know you
Say you want a
Theme song
Put this on
Its yo muh f*ckin anthem

Shake that ass like tambarine
Get yo freak on
Bounce that ass left to right
Just like its ping pong

Ice got you super cold
You frozen
Mix match designer
Rockin Louie
Wit Chanel on
Creepin they hatin
Checkin in like what is she on
They aint see nuthin
Hell nah
You just begun

Kicked back, and
You steady be Stackin
You workin hard
Like the plug
When he got the pack in

Lames block yo fame
A shame
But you can't
Get caught lackin
You need that cash
Up front
Before you throw that back end

Get to bag
Aint hard to stand out
Poppin bottles like Vip
Is what Im talk bout
Self made aint have
A need for a hand out
I see you clapping
Wit no much f*ckin hands out

Love to win
But she can't take a loss
Never short
Pay her cost to be a boss
Von Maur now
No trips Ross
Was Dasani
Now she only
Sippin on Voss

Clap it up
She want a round of applause
Life of party
Yea she don't need a cause
Rolls Royce
Got her up among stars
Lulling her to sleep
Like a xanny bar

I know you
Say you want a
Theme song
Put this on
This yo muh f*ckin anthem
Shakin ass like tambarine
Get yo freak on
Bounce that ass left to right
Just like its ping pong

Ice got you super cold
You frozen
Mix match designer
Louie purse
Wit that Chanel on
Creepin they hatin
Checkin in like what is she on
They aint see nuthin
Hell nah
You just begun

Baby girl
Go ahead
And do yo thang though
Representing
All single lady's
No ring on

I like the ones
That gotta jump
To put they jeans on
She like when I grab uh
And Lil mean to err

Gotta keep
Two or three
A Hefner to her
Playboy mansion
Always room for more

Presidential
Yea you going to the top floor
Keep on workin baby
Lot more in store

Stack Stackin up the racks
And they like how
Since U been gettin paid
Money showers
No sun now

Bloody J
That ass be movin
To the drum sound
Knockin my heart
Up out of rhythm
When the beat pound

Whether on the pole
Or in the streets you stunting
Did it on yo own
So you don't
Want for nothin

Got to stay hungry
Always focused
Climbing to the top
Eye of tiger
Always hunting
So you can not stop

Never that
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Writer: Xavier Foye
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