Lyrics:
tweakin' for you, baby
You just keep it clean and squeaky for me, baby
You can tell by the way that a young nigga treat you
Body so curvy in a dress it's
This is what you want, I'mma put it like this; lay it down to the Aug, Trey and Chris remix
[Hook:]
Say you luv it (ay), you luv it girl (ay)
You
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) oh
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) I want you to move your waist to the whistle
Come on, girl (na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
It ain't too many things that
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) oh
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na) I want you to move your waist to the whistle
Come on, girl (na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
It ain't too many things that
On the beat yeah
Beat yeah
On the beat yeah
Beat yeah
A remix
Aye
Ooh Hoo
Aye
Aye
Aye, hard on the beat yeah
Hard on the beat yeah
Every song I drop
shit
Then I saw that Snoop Dogg post, like, I gotta do this shit (okay)
Flex lost weight but he ain't do it the hard way
That nigga cheated, he went
hardcore (hard)
And I got that white, ain't talking chalk board (white)
Count it
That's the sound of Benjamins, my thumb sore
Pull up and get pressed
tell all of your friends you was on the remix, like
In this club (oh), in this club
Ladies, can I put this love up on you one time?
If you ain't
a knife fight bitch couldn't cut it
Young fresh nigga, I'm grey pouponin'
Why so sick by the time, might vomit
If I ain't the fliest then
I ain't far from
High, Singing
PUNA-NA-NA
Til that high tide
Done traded my bullet scars
For falling stars in that night sky and
Nah I ain't from Puna
But don't push me
High, Singing
PUNA-NA-NA
Til that high tide
Done traded my bullet scars
For falling stars in that night sky and
Nah I ain't from Puna
But don't push me
High, Singing
PUNA-NA-NA
Til that high tide
Done traded my bullet scars
For falling stars in that night sky and
Nah I ain't from Puna
But don't push me
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin',
You ain't
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub a** see thing dub see brain
And we don't kick
for none, I had to grind for it (word)
Ain't battle rappin' none of these niggas, ain't got time for it (nah)
My homies gon' bust for me, I'm livin'
like this
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub a** see thang dub see brain
take my love for granted 'cause you know it can get ugly
She's a runner, she's a track star (oh-oh)
Don't run away when it get hard, love
I can tell
Voulez vous coucher aves moi bitches! (Showtime!)
Re! remix! (You know what time it is right?)
Re! re-remix! (It's showtime!)
Re! remix! (You
and she just jumped off
Jump off, jump off, you know she a jump off
Pull my dick out and watch her jump on jump off
You make it so hard when it sound
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
hoes weak
You don't really want beef it'll fuck up ya whole week
It's the remix to the snappin' and you know we make it happen
And you know we be
hoes weak
You don't really want beef it'll fuck up ya whole week
It's the remix to the snappin' and you know we make it happen
And you know we be
stepped up in the place
I'm try'na touch you, squeeze you, tell you what's the case
Before I bust, you squeeze, outta telly and a case of Cris'
I'm
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