Shake It

She got that ass
She better shake it
I got cash
I better make it
I got that gas
I can not brake it
I got this dick
She better take it

I got this blunt
I gotta face it
Thinking I'm neo
I'm stuck in the matrix
Them bbls
They looking too basic
My bitch natural
I'm loving her naked
You can get shot
Ain't leaving no casings
She got that ass
But no I ain't chasing
I got this game
These bitches I'm lacing
She calling me dad
She calling me baby
Pull up in a cad
Pull up in a cedez
I got the sauce
I got the gravy
I got the wave
I brought the navy
I got the braids
Or can get wavey
I'm smoking this za
Now I'm feeling spacey
You can get popped
These niggas be shady
I got my glock
I'm keeping my lady

This bitch is freaky
Know what I do to her
She up on the counter
By the arugula
She eating my meat
And slurping noodle up
Big chain, Big Belly
Hair on Jim Kelly
No Jim Carrey
I had that drew berry
Smokin on that blueberry
My new whip that new cherry
White bitch all on my dick
But nah iount do dairy
Gone head pass me that feline
Don't care if it's too hairy
Iount care about her ex nigga
Cuhz he the tooth fairy
Straight bacardi please no cranberry
Can't stain this Burberry



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Eggerson
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