1. |
Shake It
03:11
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Chorus:
Shake It, Shake It, Shake It, Shake It, Shake It, Shake It, Shake it, Shake It
Can you do it naked girl take it from the top
Yea your x rated girl you make it real hot
When yea
Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble
Body like a Coke Bottle booty like Bam!!!
Damn you got some Candy Yams that make me say Damn.
When you Drop It, When you Shake It
When you Drop It, When you Shake It,
When you Drop It, When you Shake It till a hater can't Take It.
When you Drop it, When you Shake It.
When you Drop It, When you Shake It.
When you drop It, When you Shake It till a hater can't Take It.
Verse:
Smoked an L of green, got clean and went to paint the city.
Ran across a Twerk Team Booty Jeans, Skirts and Titties.
They Jiggled and they Wiggled bent over their booty and Hand Standed.
Poppin Coochie Ghetto Cutie American BandStand.
Damn they can shake that Monkey like they want me
Look what they doin to me everyday like a Junkie.
At the club y'all Jaws open Eyes gaukin.
The way whe do that Eagle got a Nigga bird waqtchin.
When She....Chorus...
Chorus....Chorus....
Verse 2:
Look at cutie with the booty and the Gucci and the Prada.
Even Proppa bitches love to shake they ass like a Maraca.
Watchin ya Droppin and Poppin Lockin and Twerkin
is breaken niggas eye sockets.
Gettin horny like Virgins.
Your the topic of hateration from every Hoe.
the topic of conversation for every Joe blow.
Your a Go Getta
Making it Rain like a Strippa.
Mugged by the bitches, Loved by the Niggas.
When She...Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus...
Verse3:
Flat in the front she got a Spare in the Back.
A lot of Junk in the Trunk.
In other words the Ass Fat!!!
Cheeks fat like Chipmunks.
Girl wanna Nut?
Give it to me like a cigarette and let me hit the Butt.
Strutt it over here let me see you Walk It Out.
Don't be easy, Tease me, that's what it's All About.
Make my mouth water till i'm Dehydrated.
Girl Drop It, Girl Shake It till a Hater can't Take It.
Girl...Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus...
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2. |
Social Kyser
03:02
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Chorus:
Imma Try To Be Social
But I'm claustrophobic and you should Know It.
Don't stand close I'm trying to Control It.
I Don't Wanna Be Loco
Emotional Hater don't get to Vocal
I'll punch you out or put you in a Choke Hold.
Imma Try To Be Social
Imma share this Herb
I Don't Want To Be Loco
Dont get on my Nerves
Imma Try To Be Social
Don't be a Jerk, Smile don't Smirk.
Look at the woman on the floor Twerk!!!
Verse:
Standing firm on my Ten Toes.
Posted like a Light Pole.
High and I'm Shinnen.
Got a pack of those Mentos.
So my breath Minty Yo.
When I say High and it's In-Viten
To the Players the Pimpy the Haters the Wimpy the Ladies
Looking Pretty!!!
I'm burnin Twenties Lookin drippy.
Make it rain up in the Vippy Going Crazy.
Are you With Me?
Then don't be Trippy. Im buying shots don't be Picky
If the girls thats With Me dont wanna get with you dont be Dicky
And hey Chicky spreading gossip and Slicky
If the men I'm with don't want to hit don't get Bitchy.
Isn't we all here to have fun
if you isn't then why did you come
I'm trying so hard to be numb.
To the ones walking around Dumb.
Chorus..Chorus...Chorus
Verse 2:
Rings, Necklace and Wrist Watch
and it dont Tic Tok.
Packin a big Cock
Haters look pissed off.
Like a Gift Shop something for everybody.
I got it spreading love is a hobby.
You can meet me i the Lobby.
Come to the After Party
or room and board at the morgue
for your Autopsy.
Probably want to pick the first
choice Jerk.
We got the woman with the Minin Skirts
and Short Shirts.
Coming and they came mane
to hang with players with game
Smokang, Drankang, Laughing nothing Lame
Dont bring the Pain bring Joy.
Her and her friend with the booty Oh Boy.
They want a real Mccoy
Stop looking at them Creepy
because the starting to get annoyed
They just trying to be
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3. |
Honey Yum
03:50
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Hun, Hun, Hun, Hun, Hun, Hun
Honey taste like
Yum, Yum, Yum, Yum and Yum and Yum
Yummy give me some
Some, Some, Some, Some, Some, Some
Got me going
Dumb, Dumb, Dumb
Dumb and Dumb and Dumb
Verse1:
Since we begun it's been fun,
Inbetween the Sheets.
After you come we ain't done.
Immediately Repeat.
Honey, you're so Sweet,
Cotton Canday.
Feenin you got me Geeked.
Gotta keep you Handay.
Ooo, Oooooo
OooOooOooOooooo
OooOoo, Oh Yea
Reaching out to you throughout the week.
Weekends too.
Rhonda Vu De Javu,
I'm freekin You
Ooo, Oooooo
OooOooOooOooooo
OooOoo, Oh Yea
I can't wait to get a taste.
Quick to get you baked.
Soon as your ready Lick the frosting off Them Cakes
Give me some of your Yummy Love
Ooo, Ooooo
Girl I'm so Hungry for your Honey
Yummy Love
Whats Up...Chorus
...Chorus...Chorus...
Verse2:
Your box Betty Crocker.
Your taste incredible.
You effect me like Marijuana,
medical Edibles.
Your so sexual,
Sexual Expert.
Invite you over for dinner you will be my desert
Our conversation flirt
and it never changes.
Because you're so sweet.
Mu lil cookie Amos
Body dangerous
cutie got big Boobies.
On the Booty Band wagon
I be the main Groupy
Boo she, like to do me
Like a rollercoaster
Got me going OoWee
She ride me Up and Down.
She like to Clown.
Cowboy and turn that ass Around.
Give me your Yummy Love
and ther she go
tight there
aye yee stay there I'm Comin
Chorus...Chorus...Chorus...
Hungry eee eee eee eeeeee
For your Yummy love uh uh ove
You r so so oh oh swee eee eee eeeeeet
I can't get enough
I cant get enough of your Hone nay yay yay
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5. |
She Wanna O. G.
03:19
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Chorus:
She wanna blow my Trees
Drink my O. E.
Hear Sto-Ries
about the stree-eets
She wanna N.I.G.G.A. an OhGee
Shaw-ty she so down
She my Sma-all Tow-own Girl
Verse 1:
She's so fine.
She so kind
and she wanna blow my mind.
All the time
Wanna bump and grind
on my lap with that big behind
Got O.E in her palm.
In the other got the bomb
Take it to the head and she Gone.
Now it won't be long
until she take her clothes off and it's on.
On...on...
on... on, on, on, ooonnn
It's On
After she cum she is calm and curious.
Wanna talk about when I was wrong and Furious
I'm not gonna tell her to much.
Just a touch.
Just enough to get her all Riled up
To...Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus...
Verse 2:
We be Lying in the Bed.
She be all in my Head .
asking me about this and that
and to repeat what I Said.
I knew you were the Feds Girl
Special agent number one.
Come get Some.
Come get some more info
Ya Nympho
Imma put my sex Pistol
'to your Mentol
And Buck you all night
Imma Buck you all night
Imma Buck you all night reload
and Buck you all aw, aw, aw
All night Long
Watch you walk around like the thong song
T-shirt and your Panties On
Gotchu melting in my palm
Like I'm King Kong.
Holden on my Ding Dong.
I hear you singing in the Mic Imma sing Along
ooo...ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo....
ooo,ooo ,ooo, ooo...
ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo...
Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus
Small town girl
She my small town girl
Small town girl
She my small town girl
She from dallas Center Grime.
From Van Me...
She from Van Meter Dog
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6. |
Rest Of My Life
02:46
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For the rest of my Life.
Imma do the right Thing.
Lord Knows.
I am the one to Blame.
For the Hoes and the Droe
The Pills and Cocaine.
Lifes a bitch then you Die.
Then Eternal Flames
Hell No.
Imma make a Life Change.
I got nothing to Lose
and everything to Gain.
I done paid all my Dues
and Only purchased Pain.
Everything is meaningless fuck the World
it's vain.
Verse 1:
Left the homie alone at my home with my Chic.
A week later found out he fuckin my bitch the World make me Sick
As soon as you give'um an inch they taken a mile.
Copying your style jealous acting wild like a rebellious Child.
Really now, wow nigga What.
If it wasn't for JESUS you and that slut would Cuffed
to your bed.
Smacked with the butt of a gun as Erupt
I've had enough I'm goin Crazay.
Homicidal where you haters are going to Take Mey
Suicidal my emotions trying to Break Mey
Before I went psycho heard somethin Say to Mey
Opened the bible and you Saved Mey
Like a rescued Pit.
Learnin not to trip.
I still Nip.
Don't fuck around and get Bit.
As far as my dick goes
learnin how to say No to the Hoes
No more Alcohol or Droe
but I still do the show.
Up in the Club, showin Love,
like Cinderelle I go.
Before the Clock strike Twelve
Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus...
Verse
As youngin baby boy I was Buggin
Hustlen going to school I wasn't
High and drunk and thinking it's cool
to be smarter than average and hingin with Fools
Tardy at the Day Party Pool
Breakin the Law I'm Making the Rules
Like I'm the Boss
I got the Sauce
Thinking i'm Winnin my freedom i lost
To Probation
Lost the homie to an assasination
Retaliation
not with this ankle bracelet i aint escaping
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7. |
Maintenance Man
03:33
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Chorus Do you need a fix come get it. From this Maintenance Man oh oh ooh I will put you on the top of the list .Of all my plans u huhuhuh...Repeat Chorus...
Verse: It's Maintenance do you need a Fix I heard you got a broken heart and you need some Dick
You know I come equipped with a tool for That i'm gonna put you back together better in Fact
Guaranteed and boo I'll check back on You. Whatever I have to Do .I'll make sure you In Prove.
Ooh Ooh yes uhuhuh
I'mma give you the Best. Lets run a lil Test. Lets talk about Sex. uh
The results are a Mess.I see why your Depressed. Come sit on my Chest uh
Imma mate with the Queen. If she wants I'm the King For Sure .I'm maintenance till you aint breaking No More.
Till you clean as a whistle imma use my utensils and mark your G-spot with my tongue pencil until your working Again...
Chorus...Chorus...Chorus...It is the Tool Man hear for You Mam Same order that you want me to do again.
You broke again? Thought you were through with him? Choked you again? Damn you Fool for Him?
Looking all sad and Blue For Him Y ou need Oxygen let me Loose Them
Buttons .Your all stuffy and Cryen. Girl i got somethin i ain't surprisen I'm the maintenance Man.
Wam bam thank you mam I'm Gone I'll see you again it he'll do you wrong You'll see me ag again it won t be long
Before you go Off and i have to turn you On
It is the same O'l Problem And only i can solve them Cause I'm the Maintenance man Chorus...Chorus...Chorus
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8. |
Love Your Neighbor
03:24
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Intro:
Baaayy Behhyy Booooo
Happy Birthday toooo yoouuu
Baaayy Behhyy Booooo
Happy Birthday toooo yoouuu
Chorus:
Cowgirl,
It's your Birthday Woo.
Get Wild Girl,,
It's your Birthday Woo.
Oh Wow Girl,
It's your Birthday Woo,
I like your Style Girl
Baaayy Behhyy Booooo
Wear them tight Pants
Do a line Dance
Find your Romance, baby Girl it's your Birthday
Somebody buy her Shots.
Till she had a Lot.
Drop'um on the floor get a Mop
Its her Birthday.
Verse:
Get on the phone and call up your Hoes
we're going out and teasin them Bros
CowGirl boots and the Clothes
Hardly none were looking Exposed
Make sure you do your Toes
May take your Shoes Off
Dancing till it Clothes
Until they say will You Stop
CowGirl right Now Girl
It's your birthday
Go on an Smile Girl
Get Wild Girl go ahead and drink a Ton
And it ain't no Fun
If your friends don't have None
Hung Cowboys
Came so you would Cum
Yeah we some Dicks
Some Studs
Take your Pick
We all buds
We ain't here to Judge
Girl we here to show you love
CccooowwwGggiiirrrlll
Happy Birthday Boo!!!
Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus
Verse 2:
Shoot your shot and get in Line
Cowgirl is dancin Time
Step to the front shuffle to the front
Shake that Behind
Criss Cross and do it again
One more Time
Step to the front shuffle to the front
Yes girl your doing it Fine
To the right Grape Vine
Lean back and shake them Hips
Rewind
To the left, bend over and shake them Nips
Getty Up Skip Getty Up Skip
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
Getty Up Skip Getty Up Skip
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
Daisy Dukes and Skirts
Going In
Putting in work
You and your Friends
Tell the DeeJay could you play it Again
CccooowwwGggiiirrrlll Birthday!!!
Chorus...
Chorus... Chorus...
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9. |
CowGirl Birthday
03:11
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Intro:
Baaayy Behhyy Booooo
Happy Birthday toooo yoouuu
Baaayy Behhyy Booooo
Happy Birthday toooo yoouuu
Chorus:
Cowgirl,
It's your Birthday Woo.
Get Wild Girl,,
It's your Birthday Woo.
Oh Wow Girl,
It's your Birthday Woo,
I like your Style Girl
Baaayy Behhyy Booooo
Wear them tight Pants
Do a line Dance
Find your Romance, baby Girl it's your Birthday
Somebody buy her Shots.
Till she had a Lot.
Drop'um on the floor get a Mop
Its her Birthday.
Verse:
Get on the phone and call up your Hoes
we're going out and teasin them Bros
CowGirl boots and the Clothes
Hardly none were looking Exposed
Make sure you do your Toes
May take your Shoes Off
Dancing till it Clothes
Until they say will You Stop
CowGirl right Now Girl
It's your birthday
Go on an Smile Girl
Get Wild Girl go ahead and drink a Ton
And it ain't no Fun
If your friends don't have None
Hung Cowboys
Came so you would Cum
Yeah we some Dicks
Some Studs
Take your Pick
We all buds
We ain't here to Judge
Girl we here to show you love
CccooowwwGggiiirrrlll
Happy Birthday Boo!!!
Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus
Verse 2:
Shoot your shot and get in Line
Cowgirl is dancin Time
Step to the front shuffle to the front
Shake that Behind
Criss Cross and do it again
One more Time
Step to the front shuffle to the front
Yes girl your doing it Fine
To the right Grape Vine
Lean back and shake them Hips
Rewind
To the left, bend over and shake them Nips
Getty Up Skip Getty Up Skip
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
Getty Up Skip Getty Up Skip
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk
Daisy Dukes and Skirts
Going In
Putting in work
You and your Friends
Tell the DeeJay could you play it Again
CccooowwwGggiiirrrlll Birthday!!!
Chorus...
Chorus... Chorus...
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10. |
Long Way Home
03:09
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Verse 1:
Youngin a thug.
Can't hold a job but hold a Grudge.
Need love, all he gets is Judged.
He Blood or Cuz.
Pants not above his dick.
Don't know where he last was.
Rollin with a click.
Smokin Bud and Drankin.
What is he thankin?
He only twelve,
damn he Stankin.
Like he bathin in the Bar Well.
Alcoholic.
His phone,
Callin it from home.
Momma and he ignored her.
Send her to voicemail, he grown.
She doesn't like it
or his sidekicks.
The little cursed Crew.
With no Curfew.
By the way, they will Hurt You.
Snatched a Purse or Two.
Got records Because.
Need to stop spending their money on shit like Drugs
Dranks kicks and clothes and little Hoes.
Bro thinks he knows everything.
Cant count his Toes.
And before you know
on the long way home.
He's gonna lose his soul the wrong way.
He gone.
Chorus...Chorus...
Chorus...
Hear yea yea
better listen here, ya.
You better know where child is at
when they dissapear.
They'll disappear
on the straight and Narrow
Ro oh oad..
and Reappear
where you told them not to go
OhohNohoh
On the Crooked Way.
He got hooked Today.
His adolescence they done Took Away.
You better Pray he dont get Booked Today.
He run...nan
With ohohno OhGees
How the hell he Holdin Keys
He dont got a permit or I...Dee...e
He Dri...vin
Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus...
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11. |
Girl Play
03:15
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Chorus
Hypnotized by your thighs spread wide Spinnen
From my left to My right Eye you see me Grinnin
Her affection is a lie baby girl Pretendin
But if you keep on Spenden she gone keep on Strippen
Verse 1:
Walk on the stage like women rule the World.
Every mans attentions on you Girl
Walk over to the pole Climb up and start to Twirl.
Then you,
Do a few tricks, come down in the splits, role over and play with your pearl
Everybody want s to take you Home.
Every one of my dogs wants to Bone.
The most they going to get is Alone
With You.
You can holla for twenty dollars at her. You can follow
to the private room and get Turn On.
Chorus...
Chorus...Chorus
Verse 2:
I can't forget your memory.
High drunk off the Hennessy looking out for the Enemy.
When your booty and titties came and sat on my Lap.
Were you sent to Distract?
If you were, it is Workin.
I hear your body urnin for me to massage your back.
So I started with that.Your starting to relax.
the target was stacks but your startin to have a heart attack
You feelin a Nigga
My dick gettin Bigga
You gettin the Picture
I got a private dance just to Kiss ya
On your neck and your Chest,
your back and your Breast.
I'm thinkin what's Next
because your moanin on me like Sex.
I suggest if you Would, we Could
go back to my Neighborhood
I'mma cook you up somethin Good.
Chop trees and give beave some wood.
Say less, she said, "That we should."
10-4 say no more girl understood,.
lets go
Chorus...Chorus...
Chorus...
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12. |
Fryen Pan
03:30
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Chorus A:
Jumped out the Fryen Pan
Straight in the Fire
Straight in the Fire, Yuh
Straight in the Fire
Jumped out the Fryen Pan
Straight in the Fire
Straight in the Fire, Yuh
Straight in the Fire
Chorus B:
You better not jump out now
Better not stop, drop and roll.
Strike while the Irons hot.
Oh yea baby, let it cook
keep cookin
Let it cook
keep cookin
Lett cool ooo ooo ook
Verse 1:
Don't you remember your desire
When your passion was burnin like a forest fire
Like California
the heat is On Ya
Now
uh huh huh
Dont you jump out now
Child you wanted that smoke.
You better learn to cope
in the Kitchen
Oo its hot
Feel the Heat
Don't you pop
Off and drop
Everythang ang ang ang ang
You worked so hard for nigga!!!
Chorus A...
Chorus A...Chorus A...
Verse 2:
Keep in the pan
It's only hot because we start Cookin
Around the room they sweatin us
I can see them lookin
That's the intention to leave the room Consumed
Watching us rise up like a Hot Air Balloon.
Like June I'm bringing the Heat.
You bringing beef imma Roast It.
I eat meat .
Raise up a cup and I Toast It.
Destroy the enemy
cause to GOD I'm the Closes.
Take off your head on Social Media and Post It
In the heat of the battle.
I'm gonna ride on my saddle and yell Fire Yuh
Like a Bomb.
Quite and Calm
until I'm Alarmed then I Ignite Bruh
Beware,
Something in me Flammable
With Care,
Handle me Yo oh.
My Pedigree,
temperamental in the Third Degree
Chorus A...
Chorus A...Chorus A...
Chorus B...
Chorus B...Chorus B...
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