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Shake Sumpthin'

アーティスト:Field Mob  アルバム:613: Ashy To Classy 

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(feat. Paparue) (Paparue) Run it Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue (Original original) And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South (Down South) The Field Mob (Field Field) And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's (Must bring it) Who like to shake it at the club (Shake it Shake it) Who like to twurk it at the club (Twurk it Twurk it) And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub So Field Mob - Come Down (Kalage) I met this fine young tender named Vivian Brown-skinned cinnamon Playin' and pimpin' men Swimmin' in Benjamins Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin', and jigglin' Butt look like big lips talkin' and whisperin' Sayin' . . . and her voice so feminine Either her booty talkin' or my Hennessey kickin' in I smile, give a grin Grab that butt with both hands Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then See I'm gon' hit her then Switch up and stick her friend I'm skinny built like a spoon They grits I'm diggin' in I don't be spendin' ends But they gon' givin' chin They lick it and kiss it then say . . . They pagin' and beepin', beggin' for me to come hit again I'm pimpin' plenty women, game stronger than 20 men Damn lil' momma proper halter top and knee-knockers But before I freak the senorita she gotta (Hook) Me say shake somethin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin' Me say shake somethin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin' Shake somethin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin' Me say shake sumthin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it, work it, work it (Boondox Blax) I know a shawty, they call her Shellette I wanna holla at Dark skinned chocolate Plus shawty drop a 'llac Big breasts are proper set Her game, she on top of it She break big ballers that'll infrared dot ya head Micro's and contacts, oooh, I wanna knock her dead Vicky Secret scents in the air, why I want her pop her leg I heard in the streets that shawty give lots of head Good hot my mouth too, have you jumpin' up out the bed And plus shawty rock baguettes Chickens wanna chop her head Off cause she jazzy with more cheese than broccoli We on the dance floor, from side to side she rockin' it Toot it up and stoppin' it Then droppin' and poppin' it She said "Oooh, you on hard" I had to stop and check Pants pokin', I knew then her number I gotta get Tipsy off of Heineken ready to shake some


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