ShittyBoyz - Shake And Bake lyrics

(MIA JAY C, I hear you, JAY C)
The same feeling that you
Get when you win a solo ayy

The same feeling that you get
When you win a solo
The same feeling that I get but
When I'm in the store though
I can't trust a bitch, I'd rather kiss a hobo
I can't kick it with you, bitch
I am not a dojo
That's what I say when I see approve
Told Stan air this bitch out
If we see 'em move
She get a thousand like so she
Think a nigga finna choose
Game sliders turnt to the max, we cannot lose

Bitch pass the ball
I'ma ball like I'm Chauncey
Eating steak bites off hibachi
While she top me
Knocking sites out with this punch
Feel like Rocky
SD to LA, we was tripping in the Masi
Jeans on me tight but the roll busting sloppy
You could climb Everest and
Still couldn't top me
You could be Tfue and still couldn't knock me
You could throw me in a printer
But you still couldn't copy

Huh, heard she spinning like a ballerina
It ain't really take shit to fuck
Bought her a margarita
Got a new fit in a room
Shout-out to Christina
I could still hit the East and
Chill with the real hyenas

I just beat yo bitch down like a 808
Plasma Beam in the UFO like I came from space
I just crucified a new chain, Amazing Grace
Hit the Runtz and flew to
Space off an amazing eighth

Bust my first jugg
Damn near caught the Holy Ghost
Ask, "Can I beat the pussy up?"
"More than once" she wrote
Smack a nigga if he try to cook me
I can't take a joke now he dodging bullets
Looking like he tryna hit the folks
I was getting head recording
Call me throwing E's up
Crips in my pocket but I
Ain't never throwing C's up
Who the fuck made these niggas
Gang? Throwing B's up
Tron on the road with the, finna T up

And what you gotta know is the rocket close
Shawn Michaels at his venue
I'll stop the show
Playing with the fire made
The clerk stop, drop, and roll
Bro dropped the opp
Hit the crib then dropped a four
Cop more chopsticks than a
Twenty in a 30 clip, bro just put ten in you
Bro got a blaster close by
That's the Finn in him
Suffocating in Amiri jeans but
It's ten in 'em

What's yo mama number? Wanna tell
Her raised she a bitch
You could talk about candy
I still wouldn't give you a kiss
If it's not the holidays but
A nigga got the gift
How y'all you ain't even got a whip
This bitch rated E, huh, she for everybody
Me and Stan shake and bake, number one
Ricky Bobby if I hit Kroger
I'ma clear the giffies out it
If he had a health bar
I'd knock fifty out it

Got the confirmation number
Got up and did the Cabbage Patch
Smack a nigga, look down like, "Mm hmm
You see the strap"
Spent about three on this tee, yeah
You see my back
Knowing all my old hoes miss me, yeah
They need me back

What you gotta know is I'm really goated
And how I'm feeling now is
Like I'm really chosen
And when it come to getting pape', boy
You really hopeless
Catch me moonwalking out the bank
Like I'm Billy Ocean

Catch me moonwalking out that bitch
Like I'm Billy Ocean, nigga
Probably moonwalking out a bank
Near you right now, nigga
Got more juice than a Clear Fruit right now
Nigga fuck you talking 'bout, hold on
Nigga, ayy, huh, ShittyBoyz