...This...That...Shit...

DJ
Play that shit
DJ
Play my shit
This that
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa

Oh no now this ain't
No no love song
This that pay
To hang your coat up
'Cause tonite
I meet the quota
From the bar to the dance floor
This man snuck over
'Cause wha' you poppin' like toasters
Bubbles like club soda
Hold up
Oh girl
I love the way you roll up
An' I notice how you slow up
Yea you revving up my motors
Girl you're a poem
More like a perfect rhyme
In my folder
An' tonite
I'm tryna lay you out
Posters

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa

Oh no now girl
We do this all night
Baby girl
I got that strong pipe
Fit this in
Even if the box's tight
Oh yea
I know the club ain't over
An' we still on the same song
She made my kicky wicky strong
When I say her grey thong
Oh lady an' me in VIP
Tipsy flirty selfies
Dirty symphony
She's a mystery
But sweet as cotton candy
These shots of Brandy
Got me fallen madly
But happily fancy
Up her valley
Like uh

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa

Now baby with or without you
I'm gonna release
I'm backed up boo
But ay bae
Rather do it
With you
So um
Why not we skip the small talk
Side swiped
Call a Lyft
Take a short walk
Back to your spot
Yup yup
But baby
If you want me to
I'll release the freak in you
So tell me
Wha' you wanna do
She said
She's only in town for the week
Gave me spare keys
Meet at her AirBnb
Its after three
Masters degree
At goin' half on a baby

DJ
Play that shit
DJ
Play my shit
This that
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa

This that shit
That make you fellas
Turn up
An' this that shit
That makes you girls get down
Now get it down
This that shit
That puts you in the mood
Everybody bodies move
Do it with
Or without you
Naa naa naa



Credits
Writer(s): Nnabueze Chukunta
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