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Oh, Lord Everybody get the fuck up Oh, Lord You got your bottles Oh, Lord Put them bitches in the air Oh, Lord Look, look, I say I'm a gangster, but I flicka I'ma throw this ass for sure Wave my pipe round in the air And put my neck up on the floor Play the right song in this bitch My sister, I'm yellin' out, let's go Ratchet shit on top of cars We shakin' ass and up in rows Look, I say, go Let me see that ass move Wanna see that ass jiggle, you and all your friends To get one leg up on the car But I ain't scuffing up my shoes Look, but they cause, are you bitches better move? Look, I say uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move, move Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move Know my city don't play fair, but I'm still twerkin' at them real lights They like bucks, you bappin', you a rapper, get your hair right Pussy taste like water off a perky, eat me air night That nigga know he stuck, he up them bucks and come back air fight I can't lie, I'm groovy, Zanzacasa, it's a movie Drunk off Taylorport, might teleport myself into some coochies Mack and bust, that's if you shake it on me Girl, watch how you move in twin butts Call up Chucky, I'm like Shaggy, he like Scooby, I say Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move, move Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move I'm not beefing with no bitch, especially if her nigga hate it Ugh, he gon' fuck me off of Perkz on the 4 Vegas I got K-Cat, people late it, he ain't cat, we never dated I know why these bitches hate me, I'm disputed, heavy-weighted Say he love me, never leave me, we in France, he droppin' wee-wee I ain't never took her on, niggas know I'm P-P-P Serving legs, breast size, pussyhole, that's called a three-piece Pretty brown, brown skin, color similar to sweet tea In Chicago with a mellow bitch, but she can't keep her calm If you scared, bitch, call your mom, 'cause I'm the bomb Dot com, you gon' take the nigga shopping I can't take a hoe to prom, give a fuck what who said I'll take you out like Saddam, get it? Move, ooh Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, uh Move, uh Yeah, bucks, this that real juke song Move, move, move, move, move, move, yeah Say this that real juke song
Writer(s): Clarence Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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