Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vibrate, artist - Rasheeda. Album song Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2011
Record label: DLO
Song language: English
Vibrate |
Yeah Yeah Yeah |
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate |
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you |
Start an earthquake |
I want them 3, to come up here wit me |
So I can put em where they 'pose to be |
One at the head, one in the middle |
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin me |
Neighbors bangin on the wall cause we over here |
Disturbin the peace, baby be easy |
Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off |
All tha sheets, don’t worry we don’t need em |
A couple hours in the session we done been |
Through bout four CDs (about four CDs) |
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci |
(They love Jodeci) |
By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks |
(yeah I’m gone need em) |
Cuz these hoes go vibratin in they coochie |
I like the way yo ass be vibratin… |
I like the way yo ass be vibratin… |
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate |
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you |
Start an earthquake |
Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro |
Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow |
Round here we professionals, get flexible, real sexual |
Make a nigga wanna eat it like a vegetable |
When he see that ass rise like a buttered roll |
Round here we gangstered out, this ain’t no titty bar |
We let it all hang out |
Break bread till the song played out, show that nigga what a real bitch bout |
These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon |
But they all played out like the thong song |
Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout |
Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south |
I can fuck, any bitch in here, lay her on the pillow |
Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her |
Ride her ass like a bicycle, hold right there |
When I move you move, just like that |
Just as show as yo ass is fat, there’s some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac |
Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven |
At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex |
I ain’t met a bitch yet (and yeah) that I couldn’t have |
All I gotta do is tell a ho who I am |
Pull up to the side and get away from them |
Doom, Doom, Doom |