Shake That
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Time to get on my (Time to get on my)
Freaky-deaky shit
I gots to get on my
Naughty, naughty shit
Yeah
I promise you ain't ever seen this
Fully gangster and plus a lyrical genious
And there's a shorty standin' there and she's tryna call her man
But I promise she'll get a hold of this penis
Just gimmie by the end of the night
We can make things clear
And the end is in sight which means that lane is near
I hope her friends never bite and they don't make things weird
They wanna fight?
K, then take my beer
But why fight when you can shake that ass for a little bit a cash
Come through to the back
Roll a little bit of that
It's true
I'm the man
All ya wishes I can grant
But for now I got my own
'Cause I'm tryna have a blast so tell 'em
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Said shake that ass, bet that booty, uh, yeah
It don't ever needa be Friday
For me to turn it up so pull out of ya driveway
I can take ya to the spot
We can get it kinda hot
I'm BK cause you know I get it my way
Excuse the cheap line but it's time that I lose my grip
You may find I'm sublime when I do my shit
They say I'm in my prime but I knew that shit
I used to try man now screw that shit
I'm only focused on the treasures and nothin but pure pleasures
And any less is whatever
I earned it I'm too clever
Attachments I do sever
I do and then do better
Through storms, man I do weather
And imma do this forever but now imma tell 'em
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Said shake that ass, bet that booty, uh, yeah
I can take ya where I'm 'posed to fly
Don't be shy mama anywhere you want to
See you creepin' at ya phone but I know whats on ya dome
It's ya man but I know that brother haunts you
I'm tryna tell you wake yo ass up
Then rake that cash up
Take yo chances and shake yo bad stuff
Shake yo talents and take yo dancers
And wave yo man adios with no answer
Imma show ya everything in a night
See a king, what he likes
Is to bring to the heights a pretty thing
Show ya sights
You gon' sing
You gon' write
'Bout our fling
Know I'm right
Fuck a ring but I might ask you to
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Said shake that ass, bet that booty won't, oh
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Time to get on my (Time to get on my)
Freaky-deaky shit
I gots to get on my
Naughty, naughty shit
Yeah
I promise you ain't ever seen this
Fully gangster and plus a lyrical genious
And there's a shorty standin' there and she's tryna call her man
But I promise she'll get a hold of this penis
Just gimmie by the end of the night
We can make things clear
And the end is in sight which means that lane is near
I hope her friends never bite and they don't make things weird
They wanna fight?
K, then take my beer
But why fight when you can shake that ass for a little bit a cash
Come through to the back
Roll a little bit of that
It's true
I'm the man
All ya wishes I can grant
But for now I got my own
'Cause I'm tryna have a blast so tell 'em
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Said shake that ass, bet that booty, uh, yeah
It don't ever needa be Friday
For me to turn it up so pull out of ya driveway
I can take ya to the spot
We can get it kinda hot
I'm BK cause you know I get it my way
Excuse the cheap line but it's time that I lose my grip
You may find I'm sublime when I do my shit
They say I'm in my prime but I knew that shit
I used to try man now screw that shit
I'm only focused on the treasures and nothin but pure pleasures
And any less is whatever
I earned it I'm too clever
Attachments I do sever
I do and then do better
Through storms, man I do weather
And imma do this forever but now imma tell 'em
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Said shake that ass, bet that booty, uh, yeah
I can take ya where I'm 'posed to fly
Don't be shy mama anywhere you want to
See you creepin' at ya phone but I know whats on ya dome
It's ya man but I know that brother haunts you
I'm tryna tell you wake yo ass up
Then rake that cash up
Take yo chances and shake yo bad stuff
Shake yo talents and take yo dancers
And wave yo man adios with no answer
Imma show ya everything in a night
See a king, what he likes
Is to bring to the heights a pretty thing
Show ya sights
You gon' sing
You gon' write
'Bout our fling
Know I'm right
Fuck a ring but I might ask you to
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Shake that ass, bet that booty won't
Said shake that ass, bet that booty won't, oh
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