P Kicking G

She was prepared to dance
(Move it like me)
(So smooth)
(I can't take those eyes off her)

Smooth, hella smooth

Shawty fly on the helipad
Land on me, you hella bad
Uh, uh, uh
Shawty fly on the helipad
Land on me, you hella bad
Dance on me, make them chickens hella mad
Bands on me, makin' niggas hella mad, ay

Shawty fly on the helipad
Land on me, you hella bad
Dance on me, make them chickens hella mad
Bands on me, makin' niggas hella mad
Shawty fly on the helipad
Land on me, you hella bad
Dance on me, make them niggas hella mad
Bands on me, make some chickens hella mad

Hella thick with a sexy-ass stomach, I was blunted
VaporMax, North Face Summit
Abstract aphrodisiacs, both Arabic
Strawberry carousely, west Sagittarius
You my blood type, I'm the thug type
We make the club hype just for one night
I make a phone call, I get the plug hype
You got the alcohol, I got the drugs right

Shake it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that
Move it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that
Shake it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that
Move it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that

Why she move like that?
'Cause she smooth like that
I might need two like that
She smokin' tree, poppin' VooV like that
Text her then boo type back, ayo

(What's your vibe?) I'm calm, but I'm anxious
Smooth, but I'm dangerous, we all in the matrix (we all in the matrix)
I'm all in the playlist
Shawty on my waitlist, I'm waitin' on the waitress (ayo)
More VooV for the crew, please
Pop corks then we blew trees, ay

You a dork, we the new breed
This is sports, we the new league
I'm never too keyed
Make that ass shake like a earthquake
Shorty seismic with them thighs thick, ay

Shake it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that
Move it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that
Shake it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that
Move it like that, like that, like that, like that, like that, like that

Ayo ish, this woman's yours?
(The object of my desires)



Credits
Writer(s): Ishmael Reginald Butler
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