There are six artists called Mez:
1) Nottingham Grime MC https://twi… Read Full Bio ↴There are six artists called Mez:
1) Nottingham Grime MC https://twitter.com/unclemez
2)Swiss-born Ralf Metzler (in the last.fm photos), playing what has been described as "breakbeat-infused future-jazz".
3) British speed garage and bassline DJ by the name of Tom Merrill, currently making a big name for himself in Sheffield and surrounding areas (for more see http://www.mezdj.com/).
4) Hungarian DJ who also records as Sleeping Machine and plays drums in Budapest shoegaze band Hammer Of Gods.
5) American singer/songwriter mez (www.musicmez.com) producing songs and music cues for media placement and for other artists and lyricists.
6) Wouter Messelink, an idm & breakcore producer.
1) Nottingham Grime MC https://twi… Read Full Bio ↴There are six artists called Mez:
1) Nottingham Grime MC https://twitter.com/unclemez
2)Swiss-born Ralf Metzler (in the last.fm photos), playing what has been described as "breakbeat-infused future-jazz".
3) British speed garage and bassline DJ by the name of Tom Merrill, currently making a big name for himself in Sheffield and surrounding areas (for more see http://www.mezdj.com/).
4) Hungarian DJ who also records as Sleeping Machine and plays drums in Budapest shoegaze band Hammer Of Gods.
5) American singer/songwriter mez (www.musicmez.com) producing songs and music cues for media placement and for other artists and lyricists.
6) Wouter Messelink, an idm & breakcore producer.
Hot Spot
MEZ Lyrics
Fuck, this bitch never start
That's the second time this week
Shit
Come on, baby, just, just a lil' bit
Just a lil' bit more gas, come on, baby, come on
I need this shit to start up
Fuck
Yeah
She said, "Nigga, you better hurry your ass up, it's gettin' late"
Far as fuck, but I lied and said I'm ten away
And I said that I no longer fuck with Tiffany
You know niggas tell plenty lies when they tryna penetrate
And I give her all my energy
Body like the lady who made "Lemonade," channelin' my energy
Gas tank on hell nah, that and the fact that I forgot Valentine's Day could be my enemy
She love my braids with the tapers
I go deep, she don't give a fuck 'bout the neighbors
Love how she don't give a fuck 'bout the paper
Normally, the white BM-dub'll make a bitch hyperventilate
We made a memory
You got my A-COLD-WALL hoodie to commemorate
You been trippin' 'cause you gained a couple pounds, chill
I'm fin' to say anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans (hey)
Your energy got me thinkin' 'bout love
Niggas ain't 'posed to think 'bout them things (no, hey)
I'm the plug and you're the outlet and I really love your outfit
But that shit would look much better on the floor (yeah)
This ain't that shaky Wi-Fi at your mama crib
This like a hotspot 'cause we still gon' be connected when I go (yeah, flip, flip, flip phone)
Is you makin' it loud?
Livin' in color for the moment that you holdin' it down
Deep in her dickin' and the feeling got it poppin' the town
Too busy smokin', didn't notice, I was rockin' the crowd
Too busy rockin' the crowd (Yeah, yeah)
Is it really enough?
'Cause I don't never get to know you, heard you fuck 'em and leave
Know they be leavin' in the morning, they ain't breakin' no hearts
And they ain't breakin' no procedures that you callin' the shots
That you callin' the shots (Flip)
I need a secret (?)
It's all for the VIP that's keepin' my interest
I mob with them bitches on my cellular, sister
I'm sorry I missed ya
I call in a distance
I'm calling ya, I'm calling ya
Is you makin' it loud?
Livin' in color for the moment that you holdin' it down
Deep in her dickin' and the feeling got it poppin' the town
Too busy smokin', didn't notice I was rockin' the crowd
I'm fin' to say anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans (hey)
Your energy got me thinkin' 'bout love
Niggas ain't 'posed to think 'bout them things (no, hey)
I'm the plug and you're the outlet and I really love your outfit
But that shit would look much better on the floor (hey)
This ain't that shaky Wi-Fi at your mama crib
This like a hotspot 'cause we still gon' be connected when I go
Uh, how you just gon' make lonely? Yeah, but I ain't too proud to beg, yeah
Yeah, how you know a nigga want me? Yeah, uh, but I ain't too proud, ah
Yeah
That's the second time this week
Shit
Come on, baby, just, just a lil' bit
Just a lil' bit more gas, come on, baby, come on
I need this shit to start up
Fuck
Yeah
She said, "Nigga, you better hurry your ass up, it's gettin' late"
And I said that I no longer fuck with Tiffany
You know niggas tell plenty lies when they tryna penetrate
And I give her all my energy
Body like the lady who made "Lemonade," channelin' my energy
Gas tank on hell nah, that and the fact that I forgot Valentine's Day could be my enemy
She love my braids with the tapers
I go deep, she don't give a fuck 'bout the neighbors
Love how she don't give a fuck 'bout the paper
Normally, the white BM-dub'll make a bitch hyperventilate
We made a memory
You got my A-COLD-WALL hoodie to commemorate
You been trippin' 'cause you gained a couple pounds, chill
I'm fin' to say anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans (hey)
Your energy got me thinkin' 'bout love
Niggas ain't 'posed to think 'bout them things (no, hey)
I'm the plug and you're the outlet and I really love your outfit
But that shit would look much better on the floor (yeah)
This ain't that shaky Wi-Fi at your mama crib
This like a hotspot 'cause we still gon' be connected when I go (yeah, flip, flip, flip phone)
Is you makin' it loud?
Livin' in color for the moment that you holdin' it down
Deep in her dickin' and the feeling got it poppin' the town
Too busy smokin', didn't notice, I was rockin' the crowd
Too busy rockin' the crowd (Yeah, yeah)
Is it really enough?
'Cause I don't never get to know you, heard you fuck 'em and leave
Know they be leavin' in the morning, they ain't breakin' no hearts
And they ain't breakin' no procedures that you callin' the shots
That you callin' the shots (Flip)
I need a secret (?)
It's all for the VIP that's keepin' my interest
I mob with them bitches on my cellular, sister
I'm sorry I missed ya
I call in a distance
I'm calling ya, I'm calling ya
Is you makin' it loud?
Livin' in color for the moment that you holdin' it down
Deep in her dickin' and the feeling got it poppin' the town
Too busy smokin', didn't notice I was rockin' the crowd
I'm fin' to say anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans (hey)
Your energy got me thinkin' 'bout love
Niggas ain't 'posed to think 'bout them things (no, hey)
I'm the plug and you're the outlet and I really love your outfit
But that shit would look much better on the floor (hey)
This ain't that shaky Wi-Fi at your mama crib
This like a hotspot 'cause we still gon' be connected when I go
Uh, how you just gon' make lonely? Yeah, but I ain't too proud to beg, yeah
Yeah, how you know a nigga want me? Yeah, uh, but I ain't too proud, ah
Yeah
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Isaiah McClain, Morris Ricks II
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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