Ass Shake Ass Shake

Uh huh (i ain't even know bro) yea Bosskiks in the motherfucking buildin'
You heard (Shotta on the dulop) uh
I'm never frontin' always keep a couple hunnids
I'm chillin' out in London buying Louis out my budget
I'm night clubbin' chicks be dancin' nipple rubbin' waitress work out bitch
Keep them bottles comin' they ask how I
Live I'm here living life I'm in the beemer coupe your life lookin' bitter right boss life
I'm here chillin' with the
Package price I make your neck break as I bend across the turnpike
Certified goon that's the way I see and
Everything seem far that's why that thing in close reach you talkin' paper
You know I'm down to eat I'm burning
On a sour spliff just trying to do me
I'm in the cut rollin' up levitating with my peeps exotic on the market its
Tasting like peach I gotta chiney hoe
I think she know tai chi niggas poppin bottles right now as i speak
(Mi nuh Want no bloodclat freak)

Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah
Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah
Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah
Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah

And bosses lifestyle make the girl go wild I put the roof in the trunk I'll show you how a nigga style oww
I put 20s in the pouch hundreds in the couch and ill be damned if a nigga foul
When pockets filled it pays to run you mouth nigga I just filled my savings I think I need a new account
And money flowing its lookin' like a water fountain X game life I skydives off mountains
Ounces kush got me damn near miss pronouncin' I'm outstanding plus my swag always handy
That 325 still dripping off candy white on white Benz call the shit mandy rotation
My paper taller than Jason plus a nigga never scared I only embrace it
The only thing shaking is champagne by them cases you can tell a nigga eat chubby cheeks on our faces

Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah
Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah
Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah
Lemme see your fukkin' ass shake ass shake yeah

Yo yo mamma gimme yo mi gimme tonic and mi drink hella porridge mi nephew love porridge mi mek him some Porridge he didn't like the porridge her woke up and said momma yo can you make me some porridge



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Writer(s): Rashaad Buchanan
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