Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake N Fries, artist - Ludacris. Date of issue: 27.11.2011
Song language: English
Shake N Fries |
| Hey how you doin', Ms. Lady? |
| You so fine with it |
| I know you handlin' business, can I get your 5 minutes? |
| Don’t be offended by me telling you you thick with it |
| Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? |
| Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? |
| Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? |
| Don’t be offended when I tell you that you’re very pretty |
| Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it? |
| ‘s Gucci |
| That waist got a swivel to it |
| But that ass a Cali earthquake jiggle to it |
| She a stallion, no horseshit |
| You could fit that bitch’s booty on a forklift |
| Beep! |
| Beep! |
| Bitch back it up |
| I put my balls on the table, tell her rack ‘em up |
| Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate laid one way |
| Sprinkle my nuts on top — what a sundae, hey |
| Whipped cream cherry on top |
| And when I ain’t wit' her, pussy on lock |
| Throw away the key, it’s a rap bitch! |
| Large shake and a Ludacris sandwich |
| Yo, mama turned out, she so popular |
| You suckers can’t see her with binoculars |
| She’ll suck your pocket dry like Dracula |
| Her last boyfriend bought her an Acura |
| Don’t try to get all attached to her |
| She an alley-cat type — that chick’ll scratch you up |
| Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, «She's dangerous» |
| Her old man used to snort angel dust |
| So, don’t be quick to judge, shorty bad as fuck |
| She’s the type that drive back with the bricks for bucks |
| She had a ballplayer dude but she fucked him up |
| He bankrupt, selling cars like an auctioner |
| It’s Gucci |
| I’ve got a sausage for them hot cakes |
| And I be fuckin' while you niggas out on hot dates |
| You all polite and open doors for her |
| While every night I put that blanket on the floor for her |
| These hoes be sprintin' like it’s track ‘n' field |
| Because this supersize dick is their Happy Meal |
| So for an extra value woody |
| Put this Big Mac into that Quarter-Pound pussy, yes! |
| It’s Ludacris «Mr. |
| Slay-A-Bitch» |
| Unless that p-ssy is smelling like a Filet-O-Fish |
| Shoo Fly, ho! |
| Kick the bucket |
| And niggas talking shit I bust ‘em in their chicken nugget |