T.O.P

Lay on your right, the other side
Now on your front, we take it to the border
Give you the bass, well I'll be your DJ
And I won't stop until I hear you say ta-take it to the
T.O.P (I know we're going to the)
T.O.P
(OK, Labrinth)

Handle it, handle it
Sure that you can handle it
Do you really wanna tell your DJ
To go and spin back that shit?
Cause you've had a drink
Trip to the club was innocent
By the end of the night, you're having kids
And don't know who the daddy is
It's the beat, know what I mean?
The kind of shit that will turn ladies into freaks
Now when my feet go rocking away
I know the girls got something to say, like

I feel the love
Baby, I feel the love
Baby, don't try to run
Baby, don't try to run

No, don't do drugs
Drugs are bad, but need another hit from the beat
Pull up
And I guess I'm on the floor again
But that don't stop me thinking that I need myself some more
Some more sticky-icky beats
Oh, baby
Now this bitch is looking at me
And this is what she said

Starting over again, starting over again
Starting over again, starting over