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Nappy Roots
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Twang
Lyricist:Melvin Adams, Kenneth Anthony, Andre S Brissett, William Rahsaan Hughes, Brian K. Scott, Vito Tisdale, Ron Wilson
What is it you tryna hide Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' The way workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl
No, I am not your average country boy I'm a savage, don't ask if I want some more Let you have it, there you go Girl, I will grab it, slap it, flip you, rub it down
See you make me want it in ways, I ain't supposed to say Wanna kiss you in places, I shouldn't put my face See you got my attention for real in a major way Ain't no need to stop it girl go on keep boppin' girl
What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl? Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' in them pockets girl The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
Yo, caught up in the song bitch, what you call drunk? Damn this mothafucker even got here drunk Strip them down what you call skunk It's all up in the atmosphere pass that blunt All y'all trippin' off what the country boy say Let me get another shot of Grand Marnier And a double shot of Jack the fact Where the hell is Buffalo at with half the sack? Look at all these broads with asses fat Knowin' Goddern well what she dressin' at And when they play the right track where them yeagas at Shorty don't get mad at me when ya ass is smacked Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That's all I can say when you backin' that Big, fine, chunky, donkey back inside my lap Do the damn thing you gon' mack the mack But don't get mad at me 'cause I trap the rat
What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl? Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' in them pockets girl The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
I got the cat, I'm a lumberjack Baby doll let me see your belly roll Here kitty kitty kitty, got me giddy Lookin' sweeter than a jelly roll This reminds me, it's so nice yeah I asked ya twice and floss so icy What ya need is if I feed ya, fuck ya Try to say no that's gonna be pricey Aw now, me pay for no poonanny not just like me I got a girl back at the crib and all the time she ride me And when I pull this hot tamale out my pants just bite me I got more rhythm than the Wings Why don't you come and ride me?
What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl? Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' in them pockets girl The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl Move it, keep bouncin' shorty, move, now shake it girl
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