[Mr. Cheeks] I'm talkin to these motherfuckers Yea, ok Yea, ooh, ooh (This one's a vivrant thing) LB, G.I. one fam, oh my (Bounce with me now) Big, dawg, hot (I'm talkin, this gone be somethin now) Mr. Cheeks, whoo (I'm talkin lights, camera, action) Ohhhh Kay (Get down now) Big dawg now one shot deal shit
[Verse 1] Yea, ok Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be Money spent, niggas gettin bent, chicks in front of me Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin somethin I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin somethin Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns Plus I'm do' low at a table - I'm fuckin with this chick,
with a phat body and the ring up in her navel Dances around, she struts with the 'fuck' walk Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that Sippin on ya Henny, askin where the weed at Lemme put you onto somethin You fuckin with a big nigga, no frontin
[Chorus] 2x Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin Yea, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin 'I'm sorry Ms. Jackson'
[Verse 2] I love the way it's goin down she got the thong on She started bouncin more once she heard the 'Thong Song' Them high heels got them calves lookin right too Shorty come live with me for the night true Shit I'm only tryin to holla - it's only right you holla back So where you headed lemme follow that Now word up I got plans for you It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music - it make a nigga wanna, take you up outta here, go somewhere, loose it And your physique is off the chain It's gonna be hard gettin you off the brain I mean we could take a drive in the X5 The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide You's a dime piece, I'm tryin to see somethin Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin
[Chorus] 2x Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real it's gone be somethin Hey, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin 'I'm sorry Ms. Jackson'
[Verse 3] I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet And I'm hopin that it's you that a nigga get Hear them callin out ya name, I geuss ya showtime Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb Toes out, back showin off the tat-toooo Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch youuuu Lookin as good as ya smell, pay your own bills Ask officer, cuz your pushin your own wheels Yea I'm feelin you tryin to see the deal with you What's goin on, later on, can I chill with you? We can do anything that you wanna do You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you Get ya dance on Love the way you make the moves with no pants on Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song Let's get to goin, it's goin on before the chance gone Next stop
[Chorus] 4x Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin Hey, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin 'I'm sorry Ms. Jackson'
[Mr. Cheeks] Yo, turn with me now Do my thing, hey swing with me now Big dawg now, one shot deal shit Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit It's that real shit, it's that new shit How we come thru shit Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us Let's go get it, niggas tryed to come get us Back, niggas know my fuckin style Got the booties in the back, HEY meanwhile We just suckin and smokin and drinkin Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin Aww shit, we's high tonite Well my nigga said 'Let's ride tonite' We out in Miami We in New York Twist the cap, pop the cork Yea shorty, lemme see somethin Fuckin with me and my team, yea it's gone be somethin I'm talkin 'bout lights, camera, action Had a nigga singin 'I'm sorry Ms. Jackson' Yea, oh, ha-ha, sorry Ms. Jackson Shorty actin like she ready for some action
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