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Lyrics:
(Chorus x2)
Shake it girl
Work it girl
Us thugs we like them girlz.
Lil mama wit all of that (Hey!!)
Lemme tell u where the partys at (Oohh, Ooohh)
No limit where the ballers at? (Over Here!)
We pop bottles like a quarterback
Hey girl why dont u do that dance (Ok)
Look at you mami, why dont u shake that thing (I see you shorty)
I like the style and the way you move
Make a thug wanna get with you.
(Verse 1)
You know when i come through dog you know im fly.
Its about to jump off, you know I stop by.
We ain't ale lovers, we just them types of guys.
Thugs in the club with them bottles at the side.
My wrist sittin on 24 karats.
Rookies tuckin in they chains, must be embarrassed.
I slide through, grab a couple of bottles.
Later on I slide through, grab a couple of models.
You a baller, you outside or in.
I pulled up, theres more outside than in.
Niggas in the parkin lot sparkin blunts.
Like being on 20s or above, dont park in the front.
So a couple of dudes romp the street try to park and run.
You back to the spot, now bitch I get back to the yacht.
I'm on the dance floor with Trina and Tasha.
I'ma ask for orange juice and vodka
Tell the waita more champagne for shorty.
We in the VIP and bout to get naughty.
(Chorus x2)
(Verse 2)
???? Sunday, you know the dog who rolled thru.
And the black 350Z wit no roof.
Excuse me, I don't know what they told you.
But I'm gettin in for free anywhere that i go to.
Carmen said that how i spit i Got hella flo's
Rock platinum rolls white, wit yellow and gold.
Got the world in my hand, wont let it go.
I'm not a lightweight cuz i got heavy dough.
Young dude, ice so chunky, game so smooth, thats why they want me.
Too cool, way too flossy, if thats your boo then you better get her off me.
(Chorus x2)
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