Fiddle With The Volume Lyrics
| Song | Fiddle With The Volume |
| Artist | Lady Sovereign |
| Album | Vertically Challenged |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Louise Harman & Gabriel Olegavich | |
| Well I'm droppin' bars like a page three star droppin' bras, | |
| My voice hits cars, | |
| I love music, | |
| Kept my voice locked in a jar for years, | |
| Now I'm here | |
| I know you loved the way | |
| I appeared, | |
| Like Cha-Ching, | |
| I've come to br-ring, | |
| The vibe that's been hiding like | |
| Bin Laden, | |
| Turn the noise down, | |
| I beg your pardon, | |
| I get ya, let this shit rumble your garden as the bass hardens, | |
| Miss L dot | |
| Harman, get the weirdest looks from bar man, | |
| They wanna go silly like the | |
| Baha Men, | |
| The drama continues, | |
| Now like sexual intercourse, feel the tune in you, [Chorus] | |
| Abuse your speakers, lose your manners, | |
| Disturb the neighbours, this one's a banger, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, ya ya ya ya | |
| Abuse your speakers, lose your manners, | |
| Disturb the neighbours, this one's a banger, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fuck ninety nine, | |
| My neighbours got about a hundred and twenty-four problems sittin' on his mind, | |
| Beside the fact that | |
| I blare my music all the time, | |
| He gets knock down ginger on his yard from nine to five, | |
| Ha, wigdy wigdy woo, | |
| S-O-V's voise causin' fueds, | |
| Encouraging my neighbours to be rude, | |
| Unable to chew food, | |
| Due to my new tunes and my renditions of | |
| Waterloo, | |
| Waterloo! what who? | |
| From Abba to | |
| Shabba, hip-hop, grime to ragga, | |
| I blabber the weird grammar due to listening to hits like a hammer, | |
| Bang bang, everybody turn this up, [Chorus] | |
| Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii, | |
| Peoples complaining, | |
| Winging and wining coz | |
| I'm here vibing, | |
| Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii, | |
| Peoples complaining, | |
| Winging and wining coz | |
| I'm here vibing, | |
| Allow country and western, | |
| I got a suggestion, | |
| The music in question is here caving your chest in, | |
| And I ain't got time for resting, | |
| I'm never snoring, | |
| Interesting, my living room noises are never boring, | |
| Grannys wanna kick my door in, | |
| We're constantly warring till one in the mornin' | |
| Now lights off, lights on, | |
| I'm teasing them, | |
| They think | |
| I've gone to sleep but | |
| I'm changin' | |
| CD's again, | |
| Now don't go on like you don't like it, | |
| You're only moaning coz your records are shit, | |
| And they skip, now just zip your lip, | |
| And come to my yard and flip the script, [Chorus x2] |
| zuo qu : Louise Harman Gabriel Olegavich | |
| Well I' m droppin' bars like a page three star droppin' bras, | |
| My voice hits cars, | |
| I love music, | |
| Kept my voice locked in a jar for years, | |
| Now I' m here | |
| I know you loved the way | |
| I appeared, | |
| Like ChaChing, | |
| I' ve come to brring, | |
| The vibe that' s been hiding like | |
| Bin Laden, | |
| Turn the noise down, | |
| I beg your pardon, | |
| I get ya, let this shit rumble your garden as the bass hardens, | |
| Miss L dot | |
| Harman, get the weirdest looks from bar man, | |
| They wanna go silly like the | |
| Baha Men, | |
| The drama continues, | |
| Now like sexual intercourse, feel the tune in you, Chorus | |
| Abuse your speakers, lose your manners, | |
| Disturb the neighbours, this one' s a banger, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, ya ya ya ya | |
| Abuse your speakers, lose your manners, | |
| Disturb the neighbours, this one' s a banger, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fuck ninety nine, | |
| My neighbours got about a hundred and twentyfour problems sittin' on his mind, | |
| Beside the fact that | |
| I blare my music all the time, | |
| He gets knock down ginger on his yard from nine to five, | |
| Ha, wigdy wigdy woo, | |
| SOV' s voise causin' fueds, | |
| Encouraging my neighbours to be rude, | |
| Unable to chew food, | |
| Due to my new tunes and my renditions of | |
| Waterloo, | |
| Waterloo! what who? | |
| From Abba to | |
| Shabba, hiphop, grime to ragga, | |
| I blabber the weird grammar due to listening to hits like a hammer, | |
| Bang bang, everybody turn this up, Chorus | |
| Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii, | |
| Peoples complaining, | |
| Winging and wining coz | |
| I' m here vibing, | |
| Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii, | |
| Peoples complaining, | |
| Winging and wining coz | |
| I' m here vibing, | |
| Allow country and western, | |
| I got a suggestion, | |
| The music in question is here caving your chest in, | |
| And I ain' t got time for resting, | |
| I' m never snoring, | |
| Interesting, my living room noises are never boring, | |
| Grannys wanna kick my door in, | |
| We' re constantly warring till one in the mornin' | |
| Now lights off, lights on, | |
| I' m teasing them, | |
| They think | |
| I' ve gone to sleep but | |
| I' m changin' | |
| CD' s again, | |
| Now don' t go on like you don' t like it, | |
| You' re only moaning coz your records are shit, | |
| And they skip, now just zip your lip, | |
| And come to my yard and flip the script, Chorus x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Louise Harman Gabriel Olegavich | |
| Well I' m droppin' bars like a page three star droppin' bras, | |
| My voice hits cars, | |
| I love music, | |
| Kept my voice locked in a jar for years, | |
| Now I' m here | |
| I know you loved the way | |
| I appeared, | |
| Like ChaChing, | |
| I' ve come to brring, | |
| The vibe that' s been hiding like | |
| Bin Laden, | |
| Turn the noise down, | |
| I beg your pardon, | |
| I get ya, let this shit rumble your garden as the bass hardens, | |
| Miss L dot | |
| Harman, get the weirdest looks from bar man, | |
| They wanna go silly like the | |
| Baha Men, | |
| The drama continues, | |
| Now like sexual intercourse, feel the tune in you, Chorus | |
| Abuse your speakers, lose your manners, | |
| Disturb the neighbours, this one' s a banger, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, ya ya ya ya | |
| Abuse your speakers, lose your manners, | |
| Disturb the neighbours, this one' s a banger, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fiddle with the volume, | |
| I beg ya, | |
| Fuck ninety nine, | |
| My neighbours got about a hundred and twentyfour problems sittin' on his mind, | |
| Beside the fact that | |
| I blare my music all the time, | |
| He gets knock down ginger on his yard from nine to five, | |
| Ha, wigdy wigdy woo, | |
| SOV' s voise causin' fueds, | |
| Encouraging my neighbours to be rude, | |
| Unable to chew food, | |
| Due to my new tunes and my renditions of | |
| Waterloo, | |
| Waterloo! what who? | |
| From Abba to | |
| Shabba, hiphop, grime to ragga, | |
| I blabber the weird grammar due to listening to hits like a hammer, | |
| Bang bang, everybody turn this up, Chorus | |
| Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii, | |
| Peoples complaining, | |
| Winging and wining coz | |
| I' m here vibing, | |
| Bang bang bang oiiiiiiiii, | |
| Peoples complaining, | |
| Winging and wining coz | |
| I' m here vibing, | |
| Allow country and western, | |
| I got a suggestion, | |
| The music in question is here caving your chest in, | |
| And I ain' t got time for resting, | |
| I' m never snoring, | |
| Interesting, my living room noises are never boring, | |
| Grannys wanna kick my door in, | |
| We' re constantly warring till one in the mornin' | |
| Now lights off, lights on, | |
| I' m teasing them, | |
| They think | |
| I' ve gone to sleep but | |
| I' m changin' | |
| CD' s again, | |
| Now don' t go on like you don' t like it, | |
| You' re only moaning coz your records are shit, | |
| And they skip, now just zip your lip, | |
| And come to my yard and flip the script, Chorus x2 |
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