Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robyn
Vocals
Spoek Mathambo
Vocals
Diplo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Klas Åhlund
Composer
Thomas Wesley Pentz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Klas Åhlund
Producer
Niklas Flyckt
Mixing Engineer
Diplo
Producer
Stenchman
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I got them hypnotized
I get another shoutout on the mic
Peep me out all you like
I came to dance, not to socialize
The rhythm goes boom, boom, boom
Slang, tang drops with the
People all gather 'round
Rockin' to the beat, the queen will be crowned
[Verse 1]
I take the bus to town
Sittin' in the back and talk to no one
I got the high heels on
I go out dancin' all by my own
People are pushin' by
Somebody always tries to cut in line
Soon as I get inside
I lose myself in the blindin' lights
[Bridge]
I go down low like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wind my hips real slow like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
I go down low like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wind my hips real slow like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Verse 2]
Drivin' my nuts like Mike
No Harry Potter, all Sweet Valley High
While they're chasin' and slappin' fives
I'm sleepin' on you thots, get between your thighs, slide
I stepped in the dance, correct
Fresh out the shower, cocoa butter fresh, yes, yes
But the bouncer still wants to stress
'Cause I move with the bag, I taught these roughnecks
I'm lyin', I move with book worms and Myth Busters, bust your lip
Split master, funky, it's him, not the other kid
Flip your lid and piss on his seat, that type of courtesy
Legend of a reason, the desert like Jodeci
Desert like June, better eat your greens
If you want dessert, move, get belligerent, move
Bass face, nasty like someone sliced the cheese
Mister DJ, droppin' bombs with no sympathy
[Bridge]
I go down low like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wind my hips real slow like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
I go down low like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wind my hips real slow like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Chorus]
Now what? Your jaw has dropped
Until the music stop you know I still run this thing
Like a dancehall queen
I really don't want no hassle
Now what? Your jaw has dropped
Until the music stop you know I still run this thing
Like a dancehall queen
I really don't want no hassle
[Verse 3]
I take the bus to town
Sittin' in the back and talk to no one
I got the high heels on
I go out dancin' all by my own
People are pushin' by
Somebody always tries to cut in line
Soon as I get inside
I lose myself in the blindin' lights
[Bridge]
I go down low like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wind my hips real slow like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
I go down low like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wind my hips real slow like she, whoa
She, whoa, whoa, whoa
Written by: Klas Åhlund, Thomas Wesley Pentz