Dillon Francis All That

Attention, ladies and gentlemen

I have all the hoes on my pelvis cause I look like black Elvis

Twista! Hit it

I be sonic, I can do it like it was a bionic

Part of my body get level to me and get speed

Like I was electronic

The clothes I be rocking beat off the chain

And the party be Mad Decent

Come and fall through see the weather

We chilling but we kill them whatever you have recent

It’s difficult with all the led beefin’

Just come in and follow the Twista

Got hundreds of bottles of liquor

With hundreds of models and niggas

And I’m rollin with them

Like Dillon Francis I’m stuntin on them

Kill ’em chances no one can hold ’em

I’ma go in the club and turn all the way up

I be with a little bit of hoes when I brawl

Every party when we in the house

We got put my feet on the couch

They go see me and they shout

We gon get wild like eatin’ them out

While we in they mouth

Doing whatever that we wanna do

When we get to everybody fall back

And if you ever come asking me how was the party

All that

[Hook x4:]

We go party, all that

Get retarded, all that

Hella women, hella bottles popping

We got all that

Spit game, all that, see my chain, all that

With a charm on it, when I’m making a flick

Up with a bad bitch I wanna crawl back

And I blowing the flame in the big truck

Give it to the mob that I picked up

Blowing a bud before I go in the club

And I finna tryna get my dick sucked

Look at the haters, I call on them

Get drunk and I fall on ’em

Lift up by my designer jeans

And my phone parts as I ball on ’em

Throw on a party get ratchet

Then I make a toast I hope it don’t stop

Too many hoes I don’t want no drama

Even though I got the toast I hope I don’t pop

And I’ve got a bag of money, come and show me

That you worth the crime up, all the way to the top

And when you drop it gonna twerk it

I’ma throw it at her cause she thick

And when it’s over I take them all of that

And when she ask me what I want I’ma look at the fatty

ALL THAT!

[Hook x4:]

We poppin’ bottles like they pimples

We turn up, you turn down, understand my lingo?

This for all my girls that look like Katy Perry

Megan Fox turn it up a notch

Don’t stop the party go crazy

Let’s go dumb, let’s go dumb, let’s go dumb

Let’s go dumb, let’s go dumb, let’s go dumb

Let’s go dumb, let’s go dumb, let’s go dumb

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

Make, make, make, make

Make the club jump!

[Hook x4]

Dillon Francis Drunk All The Time

Being with you, I feel drunk all the time

I cannot get you, get you outta my mind

Count nonsense off my page

Count bleakly off my face

Being with you, I feel drunk all the time

Waiting at the station, looking through the wide eye letting the world go by

Headphones on I make a dedication, universe told but shy

Come around the corner, Cleopatra’s daughter, a daydream come to life

Struck with the feeling, golden healing, gliding on a pipe

Being with you, I feel drunk all the time

I cannot get you, get you outta my mind

Count nonsense off my page

Count bleakly off my face

Being with you, I feel drunk all the time

Dillon Francis I Can’t Take It

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no mooooooooooreeee

Let’s fucking lose it

I can’t take it

Babaaaay I can’t take it

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no more

I can’t take it no mooooooooooreeee

Let’s fucking lose it

I can’t take it

Babaaaay I can’t take it

Dillon Francis Love In The Middle Of A Firefight

There’s a war we can’t ignore, waging silence on our lives

We will overcome, let the cowards run and hide

We were born to take it back

This is revelational

I am not afraid

Love is coming out to play

They’ll chain our hands

And close the door

There’s nothing worse

Than wanting more

We come outside

They run and hide

In the morning sun, baby, we were born to run

Na, na, na, na, na, na

This ain’t over, we own the night

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Love in the middle of a firefight

Na, na, na, na, na, na

This ain’t over, we own the night

Love in the middle of the firefight

Na, na, na, na, na, na (Whoa-oh-oh-oh [x2])

This ain’t over, we own the night

Love in the middle of the firefight

Na, na, na, na, na, na (Whoa-oh-oh-oh [x2])

This ain’t over, we own the night

Love in the middle of the firefight

The world stops turning

I’ll be searching for dreams we’ve never known

If the words of saviors fight unwavered

There’s no place we won’t go

Cause there’s a world outside that’s undiscovered

They’re not gonna dream as big as us

We come outside

They run and hide

In the morning sun, baby, we were born to run

Na, na, na, na, na, na

This ain’t over, we own the night

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Love in the middle of a firefight

Na, na, na, na, na, na

This ain’t over, we own the night

Love in the middle of the firefight

Na, na, na, na, na, na (Whoa-oh-oh-oh [x2])

This ain’t over, we own the night

Love in the middle of the firefight

Na, na, na, na, na, na (Whoa-oh-oh-oh [x2])

This ain’t over, we own the night

Love in the middle of the firefight

Dillon Francis Get Low

Brrr, brrr!

Brrr, brrr!

Get low, get get get low [8x]

Low [28x]

Get, get, get, get low when the whistle blow

[BEAT DROPS]

Waaoh!

Brrr, brrr! (Waaoh!)

Waaoh!

Get, get, get low when the whistle blow

Brrr! (Waaoh!)

Brrr, brrr! (Waaoh!)

Brrr! (Waaoh!)

Get, get, get low when the whistle blow

Waaoh!

Get, get, get. Get low

Waaoh!

Barbes! Yallah, habibi!

Get low, get get get low [8x]

Low [28x]

Get, get, get, get low when the whistle blow

[BEAT DROPS]

Waaoh!

Brrr, brrr! (Waaoh!)

Waaoh!

Get, get, get low when the whistle blow

Waaoh!

Brrr, brrr! (Waaoh!)

Waaoh!

Get, get, get, get low

Low, low, low [echoes out]

Get, get, get, get low

Low, low, low [echoes out]

Barbes! Yallah, habibi! [“Yallah, habibi” echoes out]

Dillon Francis Say Less

[G-Eazy:]

Yeah

Young Gerald, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow

Every week now I switch to a new style

Two 12’s in the back just blew out

Everything I do end up in the news now

Leave the club with a few now

Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow

I’m drunk, I’m drunk in the mood now

2 AM, what you wanna do now?

(What you wanna do now?)

Look baby, pass the Stella

Don’t spill on me, that’s Margiella

Got this Oakland game to tell her

Goddamn, she look familiar

Think we hooked up at Coachella

What’s her name? Isabella? Isa- uhhh… forget it

That’s like a week ago

But we both know how weekends go

Tryna function, got some places we could go

Lock jaw got me speakin slow like yeah

I’m blessed on blessed

I don’t GAFOS

You tryna fuck?

Yes on yes on yes on yes

Say less

Say less

You ain’t got

You ain’t got

You, you, you ain’t got

Say less (yaw)

Say less

Ay girl, what it do do

If you got friends, cool bring a few through

No fun if the homies can’t have none

R.I.P. Nate Dogg shit is too true

And you know what I’m down for

Round 2, Round 3 into Round 4

Mood switched when she knocked at the front door

Next up was the uproar, yeah

Was like a week ago, but we both know how weekends go

Tryna tuck off got some places we could go

Swear she got the deepest throat like wow

She’s blessed on blessed

I don’t GAFOS

You tryna fuck?

Yes on yes on yes on yes!

Say less

Say less

You ain’t got

You ain’t got

You, you, you ain’t got

Say less (yaw)

Say less

Sheesh, what you sayin’? I don’t understand

Goddamn, I’m out my mind, I popped another Xan

Sheesh, I swear this lock jaw got me stuttering

Goddamn, girl, you so fine, I’d fall in love again

Sheesh, gettin’ faded is my favorite rush

Goddamn, you talkative, ain’t gotta say too much

Be quiet, who got some grapes? I’m tryna roll some trees

Goddamn, uppers and downers, I’m off both of these

Gettin’ faded, not complicated

Too sedated, no conversation

Gettin’ faded, not complicated

We too sedated, no conversation

Please say less

Please say less

Please say less

I’m blessed on blessed

I don’t GAFOS

You tryna fuck?

Yes on yes on yes on yes

Say less

Say less

You ain’t got

You ain’t got

You, you, you ain’t got

Say less

Say less

Say less

You ain’t got

You ain’t got

You, you, you ain’t got

Say less