| Probability | Text |
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| 97% | Party people get on the floor, you know you feel it, what are you waiting for? Feel the music, feel the beat, we got the sound to make you move your feet In the house, the body is jumping, people are hyped, the music is bumping On and on, from the early morn, the brother keep on to the break-a-dome Don't let anyone keep you back, get on the floor, you're on the right track The funk and rhythm, I'll devour, you know you wanna so feel the power | ▶️ |
| 97% | I like the music, what I'm saying I like the feeling, the soul of my thing It makes me feel like running Out on the dance floor, moving to the beat Tear it out, wear it loose, down and up Give it to yourself every body Get up high and in, love a crowd Get up low, get up high, love a crowd | ▶️ |
| 93% | I like the music, what I'm saying I like the feeling, the soul of my thing It makes me feel like running Out on the dance floor, moving to the beat Tear it out, wear it loose, down and up Give it to yourself every body Get up high and in, love a crowd Get up low, get up high, love a crowd | ▶️ |
| 96% | Extreme messages, stop secret messages. Evil incidents, corrupted residents all over the world. Red snake to the shovel, sober. I dream chilling with my rain shovel. Pull a bear, please stop, stare at my motherfucking ass. I know you like it, asshole. Slend to my role and take a big bite of my soul when I'm cold but warm-hearted. Get it on and get it started. Come over here, you know where. And to the A, to the CKA, I'm tougher than a brother play. What you say? Breeze me up, beat me up to the mother shit. Boy, my life is shit. You breed up a mice to something everybody needs. | ▶️ |
