[Chorus: L.I.S.] Girl, you got a hot body and on top of all that you got a fatty The way you look in them jeans, make me drop to my knees Why don't you shake it for me, me, me... Why don't you shake it for me?
[L.I.S.] You got a fatty, mami, that thing look great I wish I had you on the table right next to my steak Throw some gravy in the thing just to see how it tastes Have you feeling like a biscuit that I already ate Send a shiver through your body, make you cancel our date So many things on my mind and they came through late Cuz we on the dancefloor and I'm admiring your shape You're the baddest in the town, hands down with no debate I got a lot on my hands but you could fit on my slate You remind me of this song by L.G. the Great You got jelly in your pants because jam don't shake Push some bodies off the scale, you make the solar system shake Wet dreams of me and you make me skiied up my steak Don't let me tell you that the pasta's great I wanna live out my dreams, lemme plead my case I seen you five times in five different states One in A.T.L. breaking it down on skates The party don't start 'til you enter the place Got me humming like a bird to the beat while you shake You remind me of this song by L.G. the Great You got jelly in your pants because jam don't shake
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[Pa Bazil] Very fatale with plenty of style I like the way you draw crowds, drop jaws on miles Eyes gal, well endowed, built like a stallion Had an amazing name, pure-breded from the islands No, I'm not lying, if I wasn't playing I would stop flying Use me, abuse me and turn me into scrap iron A glorious, gorgeous creature with the features If you find out she was cheating you probably wouldn't leave her Keep her cellphone, two way and beepers, a way to reach her You definitely gon' need her cuz she's off the meters Had me strung like some laces on sneakers on a pair of Adidas I'm telling you, man, the ultimate in divas Call her true pulita, Latin descent, better known as mira Drive me crazy when you call me papi, mamacita
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[Lon Dini] I play low, go 'head, ma', shake it for ba' bro' The stage so nice, I never paid the price for twat Give me a chance, I might tip me a spot Don't worry about my spouse The mountain that I drop could buy a house I monkey fuck 'em, thug 'em and drug 'em out Dick might bug 'em out, the way a nigga thug it out
[Fes Taylor] Baby girl, make your booty twirl Wait 'til I hurl, bent, pull it on the curls Bring on my boys or girls into girls Get Fresh, we could have anything in this world Models and actresses, they all love the backshots I give That's your wiz? Come on, playa, you hear the song, playa After the show, probably go perform with her later
