Lyrics:
it shake it shake it oreke
Shake this thing for me
Better half better half better half
No be my fault, na your body call me o
Figure eight Figure eight
ooo
Your vibe dey make my body kule
Gentle queen with ha-ppi-ppi-ness
Give it to me like African lady
Lady ye o
Shake it shake it shake it o mama
Shake
Cancer Season finna run up
In your house, angel number
Shake n Bakin, Ricky Bobby
OG Bobby Johnson hobby
Breathe into it, kamikaze
Bomb the industry, watch
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Who dat passing by my way
Where Y'at! That's the Krewe of Bopitude
Bebop blows the horn so hot
Shake your tail like Little Bop
the hole
Martin 20 million bucks can't get your pardon
You got the Carter 5 huh? but now you starving
Surrounded by the ghouls and goblins into Robin
You
She sexy, fine, sophisticated and you know she rolling with me (oh, yeah)
It's B–O-N, Armando Bon, but if you act right I'll give you the D
If
Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion,
Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion,
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
monnaie ah yea
Jfeel comme Ricky quand je Shake mon Bon Bon
Rappa pom pom
Sur le bass drum
Pis la bass drop
Mais là j'entends pin pon
Y'a le feu dans place
5 day forecast clouds in a piss cup
Trying to pinpoint when the shit went tits up
Whatcha gonna do to get your ass out of this rut
So you don't
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
you to dance
I need you to strip
I need you to shake your little ass 'n' hips
I need you to grind like your working for tips
N give me what I need
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
my Latin ladies, You all know you drive me crazy
by come give it to me baby
Chiqui, wha, what?, Que, que?
I could be your love if you let me
my Latin ladies, You all know you drive me crazy
by come give it to me baby
Chiqui, wha, what?, Que, que?
I could be your love if you let me
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
you to dance
I need you to strip
I need you to shake your little ass 'n' hips
I need you to grind like your working for tips
N give me what I need
s'appelle Vegeta
Pis y slap fort on dirait qu'ya une vendetta
À booty shake ça quand qu'à spot le YSL
À m'oblige à m'tourner c'est comme un parking parallèle
For all her care I pay
And still she runs away
(Fosco shakes Glyde by the hand)
I'm touched by your compassion
Your kindness knows no bounds
I've
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