Shake It Lyrics – Summrs
Oooh
Woah-ooh
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I got sticks in this *** (Woo, woo), we got drugs in this ***
I got hoes in this ***, huh (Woo, woo)
Lotta money in this ***
She gon’ suck on my ***, hold up (Woo, woo), might go *** on her friend (Brr)
In the Benz, clutchin’ on FN (Woo, woo)
I had to jump out the V (V, V, V, V, V, V)
Better stay on yo’ feet (Feet, feet, feet, feet, feet, feet)
Diamonds on my teeth (Teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth)
Better pay your lease (Lease, lease, lease, lease, lease, lease, lease, lease)
Did this *** myself (Woo)
I’m on drugs, I need help (Ooh)
You can play chess on my belt (Ooh-ooh)
Lil’ ***, I ain’t takin’ no L’s (Woah)
I just been stackin’ that green, been gettin’ my cheese, ***, look at my wealth (Wealth)
She ***’ wit’ the team, got her on beans, we need some help
(Help, help, help, help)
She feelin’ nobody else (Huh), pop a blue then we outta here (Here)
She shakin’ her body, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She done pulled all us down (Yeah)
She shakin’ her body, yeah (Yeah)
Ain’t reppin’ nobody else (Else, else, else, else, woah)
That ass so round in them jeans (Jeans)
She eatin’ them collard greens (Woah)
She don’t do apologies (‘Gies, ‘gies, G)
Ain’t nobody stoppin’ me (Me, me, me)
All these niggas copy me (Me)
Got racks in my Ksubi jeans (Jean, jean), yeah
All these niggas fool to me (Me)
They killin’ me brutally (‘Ly)
I’m bootin’ up usually (‘Ly, ‘ly, ‘ly)
I got all my poles on me, the police keep watchin’ me (Me, me)
These niggas be jockin’ me (Me, me)
Ain’t nobody stylin’ me (Me, me)
These *** be watchin’ me (Me, me, me, me)
Mix the drugs like biology (‘Gy)
Me and her got some chemistry (‘Stry)
Some times she the enemy (Me, me)
You gotta be kiddin’ me, if you think that you killin’ me (Me, me, me, me, me, huh)
She feelin’ nobody else, pop a blue then we outta here (Here)
She shakin’ her body, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She done pulled all us down (Yeah)
She shakin’ her body, yeah (Yeah)
Ain’t reppin’ nobody else (Else, else, else, else, woah)
That ass so round in them jeans (Jeans)
She eatin’ them collard greens (Woah)
She don’t do apologies (‘Gies, ‘gies)
Ain’t nobody stoppin’ me (Me, me, me)
All these niggas copy me (Me)
Got racks in my Ksubi jeans (Jean, jean), yeah
Jean, jean, jean, jean
J-J-J-Jeans, jeans, jean, jean