Lyrics

Slide with it, glide with it Gone pony, ride with it Play with it, let me get it You gon' make me cut up with that I wish you could have seen my face, y'all When she stepped on the floor 'Cause the big old hips and sexy thighs could save lives I had a nosebleed, so she was throwing it up She was taking it down Oh, she was letting that big thang go She was working it out That girl wasn't playing around Y'all, she had that body control She was shaking that thang so good Like rubber, not no wood Oh, she made me jump on the floor Slide with it, glide with it Gone pony, ride with it Play with it, let me get it You gon' make me cut up with it Slide with it, glide with it Gone pony, ride with it Play with it, let me hit it You gon' make me stand up in the air She was popping that thing so hard, y'all It's like it bounced off the floor That girl could cut it up for the shutterbugs Out on the dance floor, she let it wiggle a bit She even did a split Oh, she could make them big cheeks roll She was throwing it down That girl could get around Y'all, she knew how to work on the floor She was shaking that thang so good She must have been from the hood Oh, how she was letting it go Slide with it, glide with it Gone pony, ride with it Play with it, let me get it You gon' make me cut up with it Slide with it, glide with it Gone pony, ride it Play with it, let me hit it You gon' make me stand up in there I had never seen a woman, not quite like this one before That girl just knew how to party, out on that old dance floor She was too hot to trot, she did the pop along Oh, she was dropping that big thang for show She had aftershocks, she made the party start Y'all, that girl could shake on the floor She was shaking that thang so good, it was understood That God could really put on a show, I was saying Slide with it, glide with it Gone pony, ride with it Play with it, let me get it You gon' make me cut up with it Slide with it, glide with it Gone pony, ride with it (c'mon) Play with it, let me hit it You gon' make me stand up in there Slide with it, glide with it (ooh, how she did it, y'all) Gone pony, ride with it (she had me begging for show) Play with it, let me get it You gon' make me cut up with it Slide with it, glide with it (like she 'bout that hood to the country) Gone pony, ride with it (and made a fire on the floor) Play with it, let me hit it You gon' make me stand up in there She was living it up, she was cutting up Ah, that girl could work on the floor She was cutting the rug, ooh, for the shutterbug Y'all to get her body control
Writer(s): Ronald Jefferson, Arthur Gemel Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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