Bandmanrill - SHAKE IT lyrics
[Bandmanrill - SHAKE IT lyrics]
What you gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get-get-get-get you drunk
Get you love drunk of my hump
What you gonna do with all that ass
All that ass inside em jeans?
I'ma make make make make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream!
'Cause of my hump
Look, shit fat, let me see you throw it back
Got gang in the club and
We throwin' them racks
Fuck with a boss, might leave with some racks
Ain't throwin' no ass then
It's pardon my back
Came with my nine, I'ma throw it, throw it
Wait, then go make it right back
Came with my nine, I'ma throw it, throw it
Damn, huh, let's go
Hit it, I'm drivin' her crazy
Now she callin' my phone with a baby, what?
Bro did you shoot up the club?, no
Matter fact I maybe, damn
Crazy how you wanna fuck with me now (huh)
‘Member you used to play me
Fake gold, now it's all bustdown (huh)
Had to fake it to make it
Stack and I stack and I stack it and flip it
Bitch, I ain't gon' front
It was rags now it's riches
Throw me her number
I ain't ask for the digit's
You wonder why all my niggas winnin'
Lil' bitch must know I'm 'bout to blow
(huh) walk past, shawty grinnin'
Really from the south, not just for show
(huh) it get down where we livin'
Look, this just for the ladies
Bae, if he broke don't shake no ass
If he not, then shake it, shake it (huh)
Look, shake it real fast and for my niggas
Don't step in this club if
You don't got a bag
Don't step in this club, no
Don't step in this club, wait
Baby, I'm the band man, don't worry
I keep racks with me
Twenty in this bookbag and ten down
Where my strap would be
Tryna feel that hump hump
Show me where that ass should be
Sorry I don't get enough
I love when bitches after me
Love when she scratchin' my back
When I hit it told me she loved me
I told her she trippin'
Good with the money, she shake it
I'm tippin'
I cannot party 'less I bring the clip in
Do it for the ones who said I can't
Ask about me, lil' bitch, I'm stamp
I'm havin' it, don't need no grants
Still free Nut up out of that can, wait
Look, this just for the ladies
Bae, if he broke don't shake no ass
If he not, then shake it, shake it (huh)
Look, shake it real fast and for my niggas
Don't step in this club if
You don't got a bag
Don't step in this club, no
Don't step in this club, wait
Look, this just for the ladies
Bae, if he broke don't shake no ass
If he not, then shake it, shake it (huh)
Look, shake it real fast and for my niggas
Don't step in this club if
You don't got a bag
Don't step in this club, no
Don't step in this club, wait (wait)
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get-get-get-get you drunk
Get you love drunk of my hump
What you gonna do with all that ass
All that ass inside em jeans?
I'ma make make make make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream!
'Cause of my hump
Look, shit fat, let me see you throw it back
Got gang in the club and
We throwin' them racks
Fuck with a boss, might leave with some racks
Ain't throwin' no ass then
It's pardon my back
Came with my nine, I'ma throw it, throw it
Wait, then go make it right back
Came with my nine, I'ma throw it, throw it
Damn, huh, let's go
Hit it, I'm drivin' her crazy
Now she callin' my phone with a baby, what?
Bro did you shoot up the club?, no
Matter fact I maybe, damn
Crazy how you wanna fuck with me now (huh)
‘Member you used to play me
Fake gold, now it's all bustdown (huh)
Had to fake it to make it
Stack and I stack and I stack it and flip it
Bitch, I ain't gon' front
It was rags now it's riches
Throw me her number
I ain't ask for the digit's
You wonder why all my niggas winnin'
Lil' bitch must know I'm 'bout to blow
(huh) walk past, shawty grinnin'
Really from the south, not just for show
(huh) it get down where we livin'
Look, this just for the ladies
Bae, if he broke don't shake no ass
If he not, then shake it, shake it (huh)
Look, shake it real fast and for my niggas
Don't step in this club if
You don't got a bag
Don't step in this club, no
Don't step in this club, wait
Baby, I'm the band man, don't worry
I keep racks with me
Twenty in this bookbag and ten down
Where my strap would be
Tryna feel that hump hump
Show me where that ass should be
Sorry I don't get enough
I love when bitches after me
Love when she scratchin' my back
When I hit it told me she loved me
I told her she trippin'
Good with the money, she shake it
I'm tippin'
I cannot party 'less I bring the clip in
Do it for the ones who said I can't
Ask about me, lil' bitch, I'm stamp
I'm havin' it, don't need no grants
Still free Nut up out of that can, wait
Look, this just for the ladies
Bae, if he broke don't shake no ass
If he not, then shake it, shake it (huh)
Look, shake it real fast and for my niggas
Don't step in this club if
You don't got a bag
Don't step in this club, no
Don't step in this club, wait
Look, this just for the ladies
Bae, if he broke don't shake no ass
If he not, then shake it, shake it (huh)
Look, shake it real fast and for my niggas
Don't step in this club if
You don't got a bag
Don't step in this club, no
Don't step in this club, wait (wait)