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Shake Dem Haters (Quint Black) · Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · Shake, Shake, Shake and Other Hits (KC & the Sunshine Band) · Shake Drafi Shake (Drafi Deutscher) · I Heard It on NPR: Jazz for Blue Nights/At Home in the World/Shake These Blues (Hutchinson, Hutch) · I Heard It on NPR: Shake These Blues (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Shake My Hand (Snooky Pryor) · Shake (Zucchero) · Shake That Thing (Mississippi John Hurt) · Shake It (Metro Station) – and 90 other albums »


things boy like sugar shane mosley
Shake them haters cause y'all can't hold me

[Chorus]

[Mr. Magic]
Get bucked up n**** tear da club up
If you
2]
Figure I stay and lock it, fuck it 380 cock it
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets
Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these
girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause strobe lights lie
We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
you by
Look real close 'cause strobe lights lie
We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
I'm
down, Shorty we kill all racks
Brah!
All these niggas ass cheap
If you aks me, these niggas lab me
What we do?
Feed ‘em to the ones then
Catch me by
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
jeans 
And just like a rivalry, lick ya
Baby you got me feelin, crazy

Don't worry bout these haters, wait up wait up
I got room keys, come see me
lick ya

Baby, you got me feelin', crazy
Don't worry 'bout these haters
Wait up, wait up, I got room keys
Come see me later

We can fulfill fantasies, so
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
up, shake it up side by side
Shake it up, shake it up side by side.
Shake it up, shake it up,
My paper rupt, they pay for us,
Homie, I’m dangerous,
the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
if you hot in 'em what you buyin 'em for?
Get your shine on, it's time to blind 'em all
Don't worry 'bout the haters you can shake they ass
When
of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and

Bow down, when I come to my town
Bow down, when I'm west-ward bound
Bow down, 'cause I ain't no hater
to bite
Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom
Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em
See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em
Keep your
these knuckleheads

[Chorus]
Pop bottles (pop bottles)
Shake hands (shake hands)
Recognize (recognize) I'm the man
I try to tell 'em but they won't
these knuckleheads

[Chorus]
Pop bottles (pop bottles)
Shake hands (shake hands)
Recognize (recognize) I'm the man
I try to tell 'em but they won't
with sucka repellent and shake haters

[Verse 2]
Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath
Wrapped in a Backwood
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
finally made it to the top
I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked
The underdog finally made it to the top
I’m just laughing
the sauce (I got the sauce)
These haters on my body shake 'em off (I shake em' off)
Pussy I'm a bully and a boss (man I'm a boss)
I'm killing them, sorry
Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words that's coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank
pull up to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they
Nigga meet me by the bar 
Bridge: 
Shake it off shake it off take it off 
break it off break it off make it soft (4X) 
Brrr (we be clubbin') uhh (uhh)