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Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo Up in the club, fuck V.I.P., P to da I, I to da T Ying to the Yang, up in this thang D to da roc, my nigga Kaine Open it cut, pouring it up Rolling it up, holding it up Ain't her ass swollen or what? Yes sir, yes sir Oh, we gonna take it back like thieves and foes Nasty as I wanna be That must be too loud for your crew Hoe, get down, get low I'm crossing these mammas like tic tac toe Let's ride lets go Get loose get crunk get drunk get blowed That's right lets roll, MIA ATL fo' sho Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa All the lil' mammas all 'round the world Shake that ass if you a nasty girl Back that ass up says juvenile Show a nigga some titties like girls gone wild Take off your stripper clothes, I wanna see you in the nude You can keep on your high heel shoes So follow me down the yellow brick road Where niggas go to see naked hos Shake that shit, bitch Have me off in the club with a hard ass dick Then drop like this bitch If you wanna make the money shawty work that shit Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Do a three point stance, put yo fist up her ass You must be on that Kanye work out plan Like head, shoulders, knees, hos Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa Take 'em out in cruise, take 'em out all dressed Is the realest true niggas in the ATL Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty And hoes and the hoe with the real tight clothes One time for the gang with the Ying Yang Twins We already know we off the reel, don't tolerate that talking Bitch, you can get to walking, patron is what I'm groaking The only way that we gon' talk if your breath smells like mine Girl, I don't give a fuck 'cause you fine I diss 'em fo' I kiss 'em, I pack 'em fo' I stack 'em So while we in the club betta get these girls Cause on the streets there ain't no action Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Shake, shake, just shake, shake Just shake, shake Just shake, chica, shake, shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
Writer(s): Eric Jackson, Deangelo Holmes, Michael Antoine Crooms, Armando Christian Perez, George Kranz, P Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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