| Yeah, ooh
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| P-Lo, time to get the bass goin'
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| No, got no time to lay
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| She gon' give it to me right away
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| No makeup and she still fine
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| Bitin' on her lip when I’m inside
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| Woah, I think she the baddest
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| Woah, can’t play her like Madden
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| From the wall to the window
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| So good, close my eyes when I get low
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| Like yeah, like the way you do it right there
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| Girl, I know you’re not scared
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| Yeah, uh, you a pro at it
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| Make me wanna through my dough at it
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| Now bounce that ass up and down to the floor
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| Shake that shit 'til you can’t no more
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| Said twerk that monkey, let me see you get low
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| Freak that shit 'til your shit get sore
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| Yeah, yeah, she gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| Slim lil' waist, peach with the A cups
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| Ayy, I like 'em all, like 'em all, yeah
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| She like them rappers and ball players
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| If her last man play for the Raiders
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| Or the 9ers, I know where to find her
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| I got on designer, I’ma get behind her
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| Love the way she wind it, like she from the islands
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| Right back at it, it’s been way too long
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| Time to make the whole world sing your song
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| Lurkin' on the 'gram 'cause I can’t move on
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| So I post a picture fresher than a newborn
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| Count that cash 'til you can’t no more
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| P-Lo on the beat, make your girl get low
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| Do it for me, baby, standin' on your tip toes
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| Do if for the squad, you know how the clique roll
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| Bitch, shake what your mama gave
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| My bitch so bad that she can’t behave
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| I just fucked the bitch I wanted since the second grade
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| You can have anything but my last name
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| Your friends say I’m a dog, don’t believe the rumors
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| I’m sippin' on a double cup that’s dirty than a sewer
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| I be laughin' to the bank, got a sense of humor
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| 10 thousand in my pocket, lookin' like a tumor
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| Slow motion for me, then speed it up
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| I rub my hands and lick my lips 'fore I eat it up
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| I’ma lay you down, throw them legs up
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| All the badies want a smile boy to beat it up
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| Put a hump in your back and shake your rump
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| Shit I ain’t B2K but she let me bump
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| She told me, don’t stop 'til I make her cum
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| She let me beat like headphones, I’ma make it thump
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| No, got no time to lay up
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| My bitch still fine, no makeup
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her
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| She gon' shake what her mama gave her |