Shake That Shit

(She said she wanna get in the video, I'm like you better shake that shit)

She wanna get in the video
I told her to shake that shit
Leave all that lil shy shit at home
Go bend over and break that shit
She asked how much money I got
Depends how hard you make my dick
Don't ask me how many bullets I shot
Depends how mad you make my stick

I always choose the money over bitches
I can't blow a bag on no hoe
She singing my songs, she shaking dat ass
We got her driving the boat
She not even spending the night in the bnb
Fuck her then she gotta go
She already know I'm the best outta Harlem
She gotta call me the goat
Laid up wit two bitches, and no they not twins
But you know they still look alike
I got 2 switches wanna fuck wit a gangsta
I'm giving her dick tonight
Ice out my wrist in july just to cool me off
We getting money like Lex Luther
All these blue hunnits I'm feeling like superman
Niggas is thinking I'm crip tonight
Couple beams on a couple pipes
With a baby face I still intimidate em
Not catching no opp you niggas is jokes
Stay cappin in raps I swear I hate em
I'm catching the top and sending em home
These bitches be treeshy I'll never date em
Ion really care if it's big or small
I swear I don't be discriminating
Her ankle bracelet be hitting my chain
She like the sound of the jewelry
I hit it once then I pass it to gang
I swear this shit isn't new to me
That's worda Chrissy that it ain't no fooling me
Bitch on my body she always seducing me
Whisper in my ear what she wanna do to me
Fuck out of my face bitch (Look) ain't no you and me

She wanna get in the video told her to shake that shit (Gang, gang, gang)
Shawty said me and Drip is too tuff
She gon pullup and come make shit lit (GLAH)
You need a real bag with a real tag
Need the money come make this shit (UGH)
Telling my real one to pop out
You can call out and come take this shit

Okay, okay
Shawty was all in my face
But mad when I'm giving her space
Its one of those days (Are you dumb?)
I needa pickup the pace
She needa pickup a taste, so come to my place
Chill with the Za, thinking you laced
Gotta come hit the Henny with the chase
I'm with the guys Pull-up with haste
Static gon pop out with the lase (Glah Glah)
Douley gon black son, like eclipse like
Cuz he legit
Brody gon pack some in these clips like
Just hope he don't miss
All of that passion, like you pack guns
But you niggas ain't really with shit (Like, like)
Niggas want action if you lack son
You gon miss and prolly get hit (Ayo)

She wanna get in the video
I told her to shake that shit
Leave all that lil shy shit at home
Go bend over and break that shit (Uh huh)
She asked how much money I got
Depends how hard you make my dick
Don't ask me how many bullets I shot
Depends how mad you make my stick

Glah glah boom! Stupid



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Writer(s): Chris Whyte
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