Booty Drop - Lyrics - 69 Boyz

Title: Booty Drop
Artist: 69 Boyz
Composer(s): Albert V Bryant

Lyric:
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big booty girls in the club
Wussup with the table top?
Get up on, and make that booty drop

If you want this pay, you got to work, baby
I ain't goin' anyway, it ain't 'bout no hand out
It's 'bout G-strings and booty cheeks hangin' out
'Cause I'm a get my money's worth
So make that booty, hips and tongue work

'Cause I'll nickel and dime you
If you fail to work what's behind you
But if the dance get felt
Then I'll stick a dub in yo' garter belt

So make these ends
'Cause it's me and some of my big money friends
But you can't be no flop
Just stop and make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, hey, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, baby, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)

Drop it on one, then on two
What you gon' do? Don't hold that wallet
There's room on the floor for the both of us
And this my last chance
Before I dip to get this lap dance

And they playin' the funk
Work that skirt and make that booty jump
Shake it down turn around
Now touch the ground, go 'head and do it
And I'm a get a lil' closer to it

It's plenty head room
So work that thing like we in the bedroom
Work what you got
Get on the dance floor and make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, and make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Work it out, work it out, just make it

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)

Go 'head and do it
Shake it, baby, don't stop

Shake it, baby, don't stop
On the dance floor or on the table-top
And you're aight
See if you can make my nature rise

You got the equipment
Now you need just a lil' commitment
You bring that milkshake and the Pudding Tame

And I'll bring the G-string
And a lil' bit of extra flow
Sit and stare and watch that booty go
Come on, I'm speakin' up

All the big booty girls in the club, don't try to flex
One time for Magic City and Rolex
'Cause them the spots to stop
And make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Don't try to flaunt, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, hey, just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Come on, come on, baby, just make that booty

(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Yeah, I like that, just
(Drop, true dat, true dat)
Bring it on, bring it on, just make that booty
(Drop, true dat, true dat)

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Booty Meat - Lyrics - Unsigned and Still Major Da Album Before Da Album - Soulja Boy

Title: Booty Meat
Album: Unsigned and Still Major Da Album Before Da Album
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
Yeah, dis one right here is for all them girls with dat booty meat
Booty meat, booty meat, booty meat, booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat all up on me
Soulja Boy up in this thang come an hang wit me
I?m ya Ace Boon Coon, drink champagne wit me
Take a bubble bath come an switch lanes wit me

I?m the #1 Stunna let me see what you got
I?m the baller ?round town let me see how you pop
I?m ya girl best friend let me see how you hop
Put that thang in the air then make it drop

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl b- double o-t-y-m-e-a-t you know it, dat spell bootymeat
I got a car full of girls and we makin? a creep
Soulja Boy up in this thang puttin? shawty to sleep
I?m ready for whateva if you know what i mean
Come here lil? shawty you dat booty meat queen
Booty meat in my face even when I be walkin?
All da girls love me and dey straight up be stalkin?

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl well I guess it's my turn I?m ?bout to steal da show
Soulja Boy stays on deck as you already know
Man I?m ?bout to hit da spot man I?m ready to go
Whole bunch of fine girls dey from head to toe
I?m ya Ace Boon Coon like I said before
Let me see you turn around just like a pro
Shake it for me shawty till you can?t no mo
You a man?s best friend I?m just lettin? you know

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Girl shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat
Shake dat booty meat, dat booty meat

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No. 5 - Lyrics - Swan Songs - Hollywood Undead

Title: No. 5
Album: Swan Songs
Artist: Hollywood Undead
Composer(s): Da Kurlzz Deuce Funny Man Johnny 3 Tears Charlie Scene

Lyric:
Hollywood, we never going down
Hollywood, we never going down
Hollywood, we never going down

And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands
Hollywood, we never going down
And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood, we never going down

Start getting loud, I wanna party now
If you hate on Undead that's a party foul
I only drink Mickey's, I can't afford the cans
I drink so much they call me Charlie 40 Hands

If the keg is tapped, then you're getting capped
Take your girl to the sack and we'll take a nap
Ladies drink them fast so I can have a blast
You got your beer gog's on and I'm getting? ass

Like, oh my God, is that Charlie Scene?
Ladies show me your treats like it's Halloween
You got fake I.D. and you're 17
I'm a complete catastrophe buzzing around you like a bumblebee

So let's take some shots
Do a beer run and flip off a cop
Girls give me props and they're on my jock
Paris Hilton said that's hot, when she saw my cock, that's hot

And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands
Hollywood, we never going down
And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood, we never going down

I'm about to serve it up for all you party goers
Scene kids, Meat Heads, Alchi's, Stoners
Dancing around like a bunch of faggots
Funnier than fuck, you can ask Bob Saggot

I never claimed that I knew how to dance
But I'll get drunk, get high and pull down my pants
So fuck five bucks, just fill up my cup
Don't kiss me bitch, you just threw up

Now I'm drunk as fuck about to pass out
Destination your mother's couch
Dude, is it really true you screwed my mom?
Fuck yeah bro, that pussy was bomb

So I'm hopping, jumping, sipping, and skipping
It's nights like these that we all love living
So take out your hands and throw the H.U. up
Now wave it around like you don't give a fuck, check please

And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands
Hollywood we never going down
And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood we never going down

Can't stop, won't stop, Charlie make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop, Johnny make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop, J make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop, Peters make the booty drop

Can't stop, won't stop, Kurlzz make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop, Funny make the booty drop
Can't stop, won't stop, let me see the panties drop
Producers on the dance floor, let me see your booty pop

Grab your drink, get on the floor
Grab your drink and get on the floor
Let's dance in the hood, shake that ass Hollywood

And all the kids in the hood come on wave and shake your hands
Hollywood, we never going down
And when you're drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance
Hollywood, we never going down

Let's dance in the hood, shake that ass Hollywood
Hollywood, we never going down
Let's dance in the hood, shake that ass Hollywood
Hollywood, we never going down

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Back Up (Off Tha Wall) - Lyrics - B2k

Title: Back Up (Off Tha Wall)
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
B2k ridin' around in 4 drop tops
It's a Friday time to hit the hot spot
Step in the club, all eyes on us
Lookin' at the fellas that be doin' what too much

Tryna' hit the snack table to spike the fruit punch
I don't wanna take ya girl, just give her a soft touch
Lil' Fizz, Omarion, J-Boog, Raz B
15 an' holdin' it down for Cali

The party's poppin' off tonight
All my mami's lookin' tight
They got their Baby T's an' saggin' jeans
An' there a couple of them lookin' at me

So I took off my shades to beat the scene
Rolled out my wallet an' flashed the cream
The dance floor is packed, I see
An' I came here to party

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

The playas in the house tonight
Ladies shakin' it from left to right
Everybody's havin' a ball
But there's a couple of them standin' on the wall

So my fellas who be at the club
Go get you a girl an' tell lil' mami, "Shake ya butt"
To my ladies, girl, get off the wall
Go get you a man an' shake it like you know you can

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

Never thought an ounce could get down like this
Got girls surroundin' me like a lunar eclipse
Stop all that talkin', got somethin' better
You can do with yo lips?
Cop whips an' best of a phat chics

I'm 15 with a dream, nah, I'm lyin'
I'm 15 with cream doin' big things
F I Z Z drop whines, drop dimes, drop hits
Man, when I drop, it's over wit

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

Get ya back up off the wall
All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

Omarion, J-Boog, Raz B, Lil' Fizz
Here to supply this phattest track, don't crib

All my people let's party all night long
Booty's shakin', all the fellas singin' the song
Everybody throw ya hands in' the air
An' wave 'em like you don't care

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Shake Sumpthin' - Lyrics - 613: Ashy to Classy - Field Mob

Title: Shake Sumpthin'
Album: 613: Ashy to Classy
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Rueben Nero, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller

Lyric:
Run it
Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue
(Original original)
And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South
(Down south)

The Field Mob
(Field, Field)
And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's
(Must bring it)

Who like to shake it at the club
(Shake it, shake it)
Who like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it, twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob, come down

I met this fine young tender named Vivian
Brown-skinned cinnamon, playin' and pimpin' men
Swimmin' in Benjamins
Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin' and jigglin'
Butt look like big lips talkin' and whisperin'

Sayin' and her voice so feminine
Either her booty talkin' or my Hennessey kickin' in
I smile, give a grin, grab that butt with both hands
Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then

See, I'm gon' hit her then switch up and stick her friend
I'm skinny built like a spoon, they grits I'm diggin' in
I don't be spendin' ends but they gon' givin' chin
They lick it and kiss it then say

They pagin' and beepin', beggin' for me to come hit again
I'm pimpin' plenty women, game stronger than twenty men
Damn lil' momma proper halter top and knee-knockers
But before I freak the senorita she gotta

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'

Shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake sumthin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

I know a shawty, they call her Shellette, I wanna holla at
Dark skinned chocolate, plus shawty drop a 'llac
Big breasts are proper set, her game, she on top of it
She break big ballers that'll infrared dot ya head

Micro's and contacts, ooh, I wanna knock her dead
Vicky Secret scents in the air, why I want her pop her leg
I heard in the streets that shawty give lots of head
Good hot my mouth too, have you jumpin' up out the bed

And plus shawty rock baguettes, chickens wanna chop her head
Off 'cause she jazzy with more cheese than broccoli
We on the dance floor, from side to side she rockin' it
Toot it up and stoppin' it then droppin' and poppin' it

She said "Ooh, you on hard" I had to stop and check
Pants pokin', I knew then her number I gotta get
Tipsy off of Heineken ready to shake some
Shawty flexa, time to have sexa

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'

Shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake sumthin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

Look a big booty girl
But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty girl
Diamonds and pearls
Big booty girl
But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty
Me want a big booty girl

Big booty girl
Me rock her world and me say big booty girl
Like diamonds and pearls
Big booty girl
And when she rock me world and me say big booty
Big booty girl

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she 'bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake sumthin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

I like the ones with the weave
The thong-th-th-thong-th-thongs and Capri's
You can come home with me if you a girl on them six-inch heels
Or a black blonde with the natural and gold in yo grill

Earring in yo tongue, you dark and you lovely
Fine from yo heels up,but yo toes ugly
Plus it ain't bubbley, the back part
I ain't actin' hard, but you ain't touchin' me

Look, them tight Capri pants be fittin' her right
But her booty is much bigger, so that's what I like
I know a lot of shawty's out there sayin' that's not right
But she the jazziest and that's what I'ma take home tonight

A me say, I know a little girl by the name of Suzy
She look so sweet and she really sexy
I go home and she take off my shoe
Say "Ohh Paparuby, let me make love to you"

On top my mind, me say "My, my, my"
The woman on top of the woman is a lesbian
But the Ruby on top of woman it's a stylin' fashion
Stylin' fashion, it's a stylin' fashion

Give me a big booty girl
And I bet her rock me world and me say big booty
Ah
Me say big booty girl
And I bet she rock me world and me say big booty girl
Big booty girl

You, you know what I'm sayin'
This the original crew
(Original)
And all the big booty girls passin' through
(Pass through)

You this for you and you
(What)
This the original Paparue
(Yeah-yeah)
You know what I'm sayin' with the Field Mob
And we doin' this especially for the club
How you mean

Big booty girl
Let her rock me world, down
Look, Paparue, Field Mob
Yeah, yeah, how you mean

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40 - U And Dat - Lyrics - My Ghetto Report Card - E

Title: 40 - U And Dat
Album: My Ghetto Report Card
Artist: E
Composer(s): Faheem Rasheed Najm, Kandi Burrus, Jonathan Smith, Earl Thomas Stevens, Alphonzo Jerome Bailey

Lyric:
Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty

Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****

Girl, he simpin'
(Simpin')
I walk up in the club with a limp and
(Limp and)
God listen, what you gonna do with this pimpin'?
What you gonna do with this pimpin'?

Girl, I'm a call ya
(Call ya)
Later on tonight or tomorrow
('Morrow)
Now follow
What you gonna do with this baller?
What you gonna do with this baller?

What you gonna do when I bend the block?
(Bend the block)
Pull up on that *** in a brand new drop?
(Brand new drop)
Speakers on blast with tremendous knock
('Mendous knock)

TV's in the dash, rims just won't stop
You need to be down with a pimp like me
I ain't turning down nothing but my collar, you see
I'm a leave you with my number, you should holler at me
Cuz I'm a baller, can't nobody hustle harder than me, ooh

Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty

Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****

Ooh, your *** is right
I aint tryna let that pass me tonight
I'ma put my bid in and tell you something slick
Whisper in your ear while I'm holding my ooh

I don't mean no harm, it's the hood in me
(Hood in me)
Sipping on that Richard Hennessy
(Hennessy)
Psychedelic colors in my jewelry
(Jewelry)
Suckers hella jealous cuz you digging me, ooh
(Digging me)

Now what you gonna do mama?
I'm tryna dip later on, me and you mama
I like the way that you groove and you move mama
You know the women love me, I'm the 40 Water
(40 Water)

Popping my P's cuz I'm laced with game
Nuthin' but the *** flowing through my vein
She wear Miss Sixty, can't fit in the Gucci
Cuz her *** big enough to sit a cup on her booty
(Goodness!)

Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty

Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****

Yeah I see you looking
(Looking)
But my *** in these jeans got you shook, and
(Shook, and)
I don't think you know what to do, with this
What you gonna do, with this?
Yeah I know you want this
(Want this)
Tryna chase me through the club for this good ****
(Good ****)
But I don't think you can handle, this
What you gonna do, with this?

You looking like you got that good gooshy, gooshy
**** around with me, I beat the brakes off that
Have your *** ****ing like a porn star movie
Tell your friends and I bet they all wanna do me
Hoes know me, I'm E-4-0
(E-4-0)
They recognize pimping when I step in the door
(Step in the door)
Higher than a satellite full of that d**
(Full of that d**)
Holla at a playa when you ready to go, ooh

Girl, I been shaking, sticking and moving
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty
Tryna to get to you and that booty

Girl, I been shaking and acting a donkey
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****
Tryna to get to you and that m*****

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Hey Mama - Lyrics - Elephunk - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Hey Mama
Album: Elephunk
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Anthony Henry, William Adams

Lyric:
Breathe it mama, ooh, ooo, ohh
La la la la la

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the ja, rewind

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
You make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look
You make me really feel naughty

I got a naughty, naughty style and a naughty, naughty crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
I'm a little bit of old and a bigger bit of new
The true people know that the Peas come through

We never cease, we never die, no, we never decease
We multiply like we mathematics
And then drop bombs 'cuz we shake it to the beat
The bomb bombas, the bass boom drummas

(Now ya'll know)
Who we are
(Ya'll know)
We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
And lookin' hard without body guards

(I do)
What I can
Apl do
(W)
WILL.I.AM
And still I stand, with still mic in hand
So come on mama, dance to the drumma

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
(Hey)
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
(Wha?)
La la la la la

We the big town stompas and big sound pumpas
The beat bump-bumps all in your trunk-trunkas
The girlies in the club got the plump lump-lumpas
And when I'm makin' love, then my hip hump-humps

It never quits, nah
I don't discriminate I plz chicks, nah
Asian, Caucasian, black, I squeeze
(Uuh)
Lover lover 'cuz we da, showstoppers
And uh, chief rockers, numba one chief rockers

(Now ya'll know)
Who we are
(Ya'll know)
We da stars
Steady rockin' all ya'lls boulevards
(How we rockin' it girl?)
Without body guards

(She be)
Fergie
(From the crew)
BEP
Come on take heat az we take the lead
So come on papa, hey, dance to the drama

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, no, no

Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty
Shake that ting in all the city of sin
An' hey shorty, I know you wanna party
And the way your body look, you make me really feel naughty

Cutie, cutie, make sure your move your booty
Shake that ting in all the city of sin
And no fakin', I know you see me shakin'
And the way I break it down I got the whole earth quakin'

Off the richter, off the richter
Off the richter, off the richter
Off the richter, off the richter
Steady, are you ready?

Hey mama, this that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma
So shake ya bum bumma

C'mon now, mama
This that beat that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty, mama
We the blast mastas blastin' out the drumma, what?
La la la la la

Cutie, cutie
Hey shorty
Cutie, cutie
Hey shorty

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Run It Remix - Lyrics - Chris Brown - Chris Brown

Title: Run It Remix
Album: Chris Brown
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Scott Storch, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Clap your hands, run
Y'all know what this is
So So Def

Now lil mama just break it down
For the boy, Bow Wow and that boy Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground, bring it up slow
Twurk that thang like them girls in the videos
And I'm leavin' here with somethin'
I come wit dat good game, baby girl, I ain't frontin'
I got that Bentley GT parked outside
So scream at it nigga when you're ready to ride
Come on

Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinkin' when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon' do
Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Babe, pretty thick wit the kick
That's sick, that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon' do

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

You'll see, girl, I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitely show you things
To have you sayin' I can't be 16
Once I get in you won't let go
And I, I'll have yo girls wishin' they were you
And I, I know you heard about me
But guess what's goin' down if we leave

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Girl, you feel right, feel right
Make me feel like, feel like
I wanna do a little somethin'
Ain't no thing, let's do it to sho
Girl, the way that you're wearin' them
Jeans is turnin' me on
I'm the hottest thing that's in these streets
So baby, won't you rock me

Now if ya man ain't on the flo then I'ma step in
Replace him, tell yo friends after party at my spot
Shawty gotta come back 'cuz she so hot
Now we lookin' for them grown girls
That ain't scared to get to it
Know what to do when we drop that music
Lil mini skirts 'cuz she lookin' good
Got different color weaves mayne she so hood

I like 'em thick in the waist, ten in the face
The girls come to us so we don't chase
She move her booty like a low rider up, down
Man, she likes the way that I puts it down
And ain't nothin' to a G, I do this on the daily
You don't believe me you can ask JD
And it ain't no second guessin'
Matter fact, baby girl, I got one question now

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see If you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see If you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Right about now
I need everybody to get to the dance floor

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Money Maker - Lyrics - Blow The Whistle - Too $Hort

Title: Money Maker
Album: Blow The Whistle
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): C. Love, Todd Shaw, Jonathan Smith, James Phillips, W. Roberts, C. Butler

Lyric:
I love to see you dance, do it your way
Shake that, girl, you know it's okay
I just wanna know if you'll strip
Make a real player wanna give you a tip

You move so sexy, I love the way you wiggle
Bounce around and your big booty jiggles
Make the video, it's official
Throw the stiff girls out the game, blow the whistle

I only f*** with money makers, the hustlers
Girls who know how to get motherf***
You tryin' hard, you put everythin' into it
Can't understand how these other h*** do it

You ain't got no name brand s***
Tryin' to be fly but you ain't that ***
You've gotta want it to get it
Give a trick some booty tell him put somethin' wit it

Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Cause you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker

Now let me see you pop that ***, girl, shake that ***
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that *** ovah and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo', tip that booty
Shake that a***, girl

Yeah, shake that a***
You're like the 84 but rich 'cause it's sittin' on glass
Ain't nothin' happenin' but tricks gettin' broke
A lot of politicians but she never go vote

Got a lot of contacts
Every n*** that she f*** got some kind of contract
R&B singers, ballplayers and rappers
Tricks call back 'cause the b*** got a snapper

I'm tryin' to get the b*** to chew
It's payday, ***, you done paid your dues
You're scrapin' up your knees, climbin' up the pole
Yeah, you a *** but you just ain't out on the stroll

Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Cause you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker

Now let me see you pop that ***, girl, shake that ***
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that *** ovah and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo', tip that booty
Shake that a***, girl

I'm checkin' these ***, like checkin' accounts
I'm checkin for checks, get checks and I bounce
I f*** with the vets, lot of money to count
My h*** be stressed, put a gun in her mouth

Bring it to me, see I need it all
I need another Benz, h**, 'em all
I *** with Chad, I *** with Todd
Bein' trill ***, baby, this our *** job

I can meet her today, be in love by tonight
You can bet by tomorrow she'll be traffickin' white
She wanna *** with me for the rest of her life
'Cause when I *** her she tell me it's the best in her life

It's Ricky Ross, you know my steez
Still holdin' ki's like your *** holdin' these
I'm a Dade County Chevy rider
But I gotta Benz that's f*** up everybody

Get down on it good if you a shaker
I see you got him where you want him, get your cake up
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
'Cause you a thoroughbred, you's a money maker

Now let me see you pop that ***, girl, shake that ***
Do a nasty dance, girl, make that cash
Bend that *** ovah and touch the flo'
He gotta tip if he want some mo', tip that booty
Shake that a***, girl

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12 O'Clock (Explicit Album Version) - Lyrics - Marques Houston

Title: 12 O'Clock (Explicit Album Version)
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joe Budden, C Bold, C Stokes, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
It's ya boi, M.H.
Joe Budden
(Joey)
We at it again

Ok, I got my bathin' apes, check, outfit, check
No need to iron, might need to iron
Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron
Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin'

Or what she sippin' on, mink got my fitted on
She somethin' vivid on, we came to get it on
Came to get it on, drink a lil' here
Everybody throw a drink in the air
It's goin' down, come on

I stepped in da party like whoa
What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it
Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here
Thugs wit me 'cus they know I roll wit Kells and dem

Then I spot mami shakin' like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a jelly bean
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
And I'm glad I brought my ass to the right party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Stack my chips, make dem hits and
I can tell that y'all love my shit
And got my shirt off, wit my Timbs on
Here all night so you know it's going on

Mami shake it like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a tangerine
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
Glad I brought my ass to the right party tonight

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

No more excuses, now in the two doors exclusive
And everything is all inclusive
We can do it all if my boys included
On da phone wit her friends invite 'em all, let's do this

Get things juicy, it's more than enough room in da jacuzzi
For you to lose the feeling of a groupie
Leave ya dude lose the feeling of a hoopty
New Kells playing feelin' on yo' booty

Keys to the Ferrar, leave in the garage
Starts wit a massage, ends wit ménage
Ends in me gettin' da skins to some DeBarge
Just 'cus she tellin' her friends it was garbage

Four a.m., gotta a babe on the cell
Five a.m., on my way to the tel
But then around six, same thing, different chick
XL mag, perfect fit, now to the bridge, let's go

Baby showin' me all these crazy things
Got me nibblin' on her belly ring
'Bout to get into the swing of things
She keep rubbin' againist my swinga thing

We off up in the other room so hot
Shorty's about to take off that pink tank top
All I wanna say is, shorty drop it like it's hot
(Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Da, da, da

Rocafella records
MH, Joe Budden
(Joey)
TUG, Chris Stokes, I see you boy
(It's the Roc, you bastards)

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12 O'Clock - Lyrics - Naked - Marques Houston

Title: 12 O'Clock
Album: Naked
Artist: Marques Houston
Composer(s): Joe Budden, C Bold, C Stokes, Marques Houston

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Lyric:
It's ya boi, M.H.
Joe Budden
(Joey)
We at it again

Ok, I got my bathin' apes, check, outfit, check
No need to iron, might need to iron
Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron
Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin'

Or what she sippin' on, mink got my fitted on
She somethin' vivid on, we came to get it on
Came to get it on, drink a lil' here
Everybody throw a drink in the air
It's goin' down, come on

I stepped in da party like whoa
What's da deal wit it? Ain't no hands in da air unless it's a drink wit it
Honeys lovin' 'cus they know I rock da bells in here
Thugs wit me 'cus they know I roll wit Kells and dem

Then I spot mami shakin' like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a jelly bean
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
And I'm glad I brought my ass to the right party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Stack my chips, make dem hits and
I can tell that y'all love my shit
And got my shirt off, wit my Timbs on
Here all night so you know it's going on

Mami shake it like a tambourine
Wanna eat it just like a tangerine
Mami's givin' me all these nasty dreams
Glad I brought my ass to the right party tonight

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

No more excuses, now in the two doors exclusive
And everything is all inclusive
We can do it all if my boys included
On da phone wit her friends invite 'em all, let's do this

Get things juicy, it's more than enough room in da jacuzzi
For you to lose the feeling of a groupie
Leave ya dude lose the feeling of a hoopty
New Kells playing feelin' on yo' booty

Keys to the Ferrar, leave in the garage
Starts wit a massage, ends wit ménage
Ends in me gettin' da skins to some DeBarge
Just 'cus she tellin' her friends it was garbage

Four a.m., gotta a babe on the cell
Five a.m., on my way to the tel
But then around six, same thing, different chick
XL mag, perfect fit, now to the bridge, let's go

Baby showin' me all these crazy things
Got me nibblin' on her belly ring
'Bout to get into the swing of things
She keep rubbin' againist my swinga thing

We off up in the other room so hot
Shorty's about to take off that pink tank top
All I wanna say is, shorty drop it like it's hot
(Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Ooh, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Drinks in da club and now we all fucked up
DJ keeps spinnin' da cuts, ladies drop it like it's hot
'Cus we up in here tonight

Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin'
Ain't no goin' home, the doors is all locked up
Don't nobody move ya body, it's a lockout
So everybody join da party

Da, da, da

Rocafella records
MH, Joe Budden
(Joey)
TUG, Chris Stokes, I see you boy
(It's the Roc, you bastards)

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Heat It Up - Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Heat It Up
Album: The Charm
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Anderson Soloman, Warren Anderson Mathis, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Heat it up when this shit drop
Heat it up when this shit drop
Bubba Sparxxx, Collipark

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

What it is, how are things
My phone was on silent for a minute now it rings
If you too cool, then I'm too cool
Let's not boo-who, let's just do what we do

Movin' on, new song, new loan
Sometimes you can move right and still do wrong
Ain't nothin' fancy, just line up and run it
By the time you've finished talkin' 'bout it, I'll be done done it

Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx
Do the Ying-Yang thang or anything, I'm just a star
Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am
Bottom broad brought me back, dawg this money changing hands

A lot this way, a little that away
Earn Sunday through Friday, spend on Saturday
Yeah that's the play, get it up and keep it up there
Heat it up slow, let him quickly beat it up, yeah

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

What it is? Tell me the good news
I got a tool in my draws that you should use
Give that thang a good bruise, beat it on up
Girl you've been misused, heat it on up

I'm gone show you, what it was made for
Actin' like you scared and unprepared, but you ain't though
Grab your ankles, yeah that's the angle
I'm gone make a stank hoe of daddy's little angel

I'm at the condo, with General Patton
Losers make excuses, winners make it happen
We can pull the rides out, give you somethin' to cry about
Give you somethin' to lie about, inspiration while you pout

We can pull the broads out, in a straight line
Yours ain't fine fuck it, here, take mines
Dude you way behind, get on Bubba K. time
I'm light years ahead, have a light beer instead, yeah

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

Heat it up when this shit drop in them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl

Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there

There, there
There, there
There, there
...

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Get Buck - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Get Buck
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Dj Felli Fel Christopher Bria Bridges, Jonathan H Smith, Leroy V Watson, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Chea!
It's dat incredible shit
Talk to ?em
It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli
I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something
Ok, woo

They call me Diddy
DJ Felli Fel
Testing 1, 2, 3
Testing 1, 2, 3
Check this out, listen to me, listen

Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode

You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs
I can take you on outer limits away from home
Where your girls pop, mammi wallin' for sure
In the middle of the club doin' her rodeo show

The whole scene steamy, wet dreamy
Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex, you need me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!

You like it like that, dontchya baby?
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy
I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods
And I roar like a tiger would

My livelihood, is not Hollywood
I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood
A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers
If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers

Sit back and observe, invite some friends
We can mix it all up, like juice and gin
Felli on the celly with a couple of twins
Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

Listen, women lace ?em, g for a jet from ?em
Twist ?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private
Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood
Game of taste ?em, trissy's I?m runnin' ?em good

Leather or silk, I melt them all
Love ?em, leave ?em, give ?em hell for sure
Tell them words they minds and souls deserve
Or give them things they might prefer

Saint Tropez, and mandarin sweet massage oil
Pimp, gamin', grants, and Benzes I tried ?em
Used to style ?em, now I just Virgin Island ?em
Kamasutra freaky

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random

Hold up, hold up, yo yo yo yo
It's your boy Lil? Jon, right
It's time to take this thing to another level!
Let?s go!

Let?s go!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!

Now get buck in this bitch!
Buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get crunk in this bitch!
Get drunk in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!

Hey, hey, hey!
Ay Felli you a fool for that one man, ha

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Get Buck In Here - Lyrics - Felli Fel

Title: Get Buck In Here
Artist: Felli Fel
Composer(s): Dj Felli Fel Christopher Bria Bridges, Jonathan H Smith, Leroy V Watson, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Chea!
It's dat incredible shit
Talk to ?em
It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli
I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something
Ok, woo

They call me Diddy
DJ Felli Fel
Testing 1, 2, 3
Testing 1, 2, 3
Check this out, listen to me, listen

Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode

You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs
I can take you on outer limits away from home
Where your girls pop, mammi wallin' for sure
In the middle of the club doin' her rodeo show

The whole scene steamy, wet dreamy
Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex, you need me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!

You like it like that, dontchya baby?
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy
I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods
And I roar like a tiger would

My livelihood, is not Hollywood
I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood
A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers
If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers

Sit back and observe, invite some friends
We can mix it all up, like juice and gin
Felli on the celly with a couple of twins
Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

Listen, women lace ?em, g for a jet from ?em
Twist ?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private
Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood
Game of taste ?em, trissy's I?m runnin' ?em good

Leather or silk, I melt them all
Love ?em, leave ?em, give ?em hell for sure
Tell them words they minds and souls deserve
Or give them things they might prefer

Saint Tropez, and mandarin sweet massage oil
Pimp, gamin', grants, and Benzes I tried ?em
Used to style ?em, now I just Virgin Island ?em
Kamasutra freaky

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random

Hold up, hold up, yo yo yo yo
It's your boy Lil? Jon, right
It's time to take this thing to another level!
Let?s go!

Let?s go!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!

Now get buck in this bitch!
Buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get crunk in this bitch!
Get drunk in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!

Hey, hey, hey!
Ay Felli you a fool for that one man, ha

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Get Buck In Here - Lyrics - Dj Felli Fel

Title: Get Buck In Here
Artist: Dj Felli Fel
Composer(s): Dj Felli Fel Christopher Bria Bridges, Jonathan H Smith, Leroy V Watson, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Chea!
It's dat incredible shit
Talk to ?em
It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli
I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something
Ok, woo

They call me Diddy
DJ Felli Fel
Testing 1, 2, 3
Testing 1, 2, 3
Check this out, listen to me, listen

Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode

You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day of Combs
I can take you on outer limits away from home
Where your girls pop, mammi wallin' for sure
In the middle of the club doin' her rodeo show

The whole scene steamy, wet dreamy
Invisible sex clean me, incredible sex, you need me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

She can make it clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!

You like it like that, dontchya baby?
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy
I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods
And I roar like a tiger would

My livelihood, is not Hollywood
I'm still Southside Atlanta, that?s a lively hood
A circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers
If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers

Sit back and observe, invite some friends
We can mix it all up, like juice and gin
Felli on the celly with a couple of twins
Cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang)
While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
(Just shake that thang, shake that thang)

Listen, women lace ?em, g for a jet from ?em
Twist ?em, crooked, cell phone numbers, private
Flip ?em, change ?em, prissy and boogie the hood
Game of taste ?em, trissy's I?m runnin' ?em good

Leather or silk, I melt them all
Love ?em, leave ?em, give ?em hell for sure
Tell them words they minds and souls deserve
Or give them things they might prefer

Saint Tropez, and mandarin sweet massage oil
Pimp, gamin', grants, and Benzes I tried ?em
Used to style ?em, now I just Virgin Island ?em
Kamasutra freaky

Don?t make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it to the ground like she ain't got manners
Too much booty for one man to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal

And I?ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You?re the type to make me grip that handle
Lick shots in the air, bustin' at random

Hold up, hold up, yo yo yo yo
It's your boy Lil? Jon, right
It's time to take this thing to another level!
Let?s go!

Let?s go!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you get hands up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!
Let me see you put your drinks up!

Now get buck in this bitch!
Buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get buck in this bitch!
Get crunk in this bitch!
Get drunk in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!
Get fucked in this bitch!

Hey, hey, hey!
Ay Felli you a fool for that one man, ha

Play the MP3 online for free!

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