Project Pat - Shake That Ass lyrics
[Project Pat - Shake That Ass lyrics]
Shake that ass ho make that cash ho
My name ain't Michael, I got a pickel
That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin
Man I'm a motherfucker out here wit myself
Try to play tough guy
That's bad for yo health
Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin
Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
Takin ya game to the VIPP room
Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum
Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too
I'm quick to buck ya
Bitch I don't admire you
Either it's my way, or hit the highway
Project's the pastor
Have Glocks then we'll spray
Shake that ass ho make that cash ho
Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby
Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
Save all that bullshit, drama and actin
Preachin's for pulpit's, quit dat lip flappin
Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin
Who wear the pants bitch
Who made these pants bitch
You shake and dance bitch
I'm just your man bitch
I like affection, not a infection
Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
If you sadictic, don't you step to this
Freaky and pity, ho we can do this
Man I grew to this, playa it's in me
Up there is where these
Green leaves'll send me
Keep to the game be yo conversation
Straight to the brain man
That rules the nation
Shake that ass ho
Pop (pop) dat pussy ho ('til fade)
My name ain't Michael, I got a pickel
That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin
Man I'm a motherfucker out here wit myself
Try to play tough guy
That's bad for yo health
Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin
Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
Takin ya game to the VIPP room
Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum
Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too
I'm quick to buck ya
Bitch I don't admire you
Either it's my way, or hit the highway
Project's the pastor
Have Glocks then we'll spray
Shake that ass ho make that cash ho
Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby
Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
Save all that bullshit, drama and actin
Preachin's for pulpit's, quit dat lip flappin
Dog, I'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin
Who wear the pants bitch
Who made these pants bitch
You shake and dance bitch
I'm just your man bitch
I like affection, not a infection
Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
If you sadictic, don't you step to this
Freaky and pity, ho we can do this
Man I grew to this, playa it's in me
Up there is where these
Green leaves'll send me
Keep to the game be yo conversation
Straight to the brain man
That rules the nation
Shake that ass ho
Pop (pop) dat pussy ho ('til fade)