Work It Out

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Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
 Yo, turn me up, turn me up, up some more
 Up, up some more, up, up some more
 Yeah, up, up some more
 I walk in the club so dashin', in the latest BBC fashion
 The light from the strip club flashing
 Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
 We're hundred G makers till they cremate us
 Skateboard P in the lime green gators
 White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter
 Yeah, I got security, see that gorilla
 When you got money, it's hard to hide it
 Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
 Big, took a million to super size it
 All the bitches saying 'Hey" like my name was Issac
 Why you put me on blast like that?
 Shit, why you shaking wit an ass like that?
 Besides I wasn't really trying to smash like that
 I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
 This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
 Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting
 Uh, uh, not me Ma, told ya I'm taken
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
 (C'mon, skeezer)
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, uh, some more, yeah, uh, uh, some more
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
 (C'mon skeezer)
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, uh, some more
 (Hold it)
 Yeah, uh, uh, some more
 I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
 Get on the floor if ya got that booty
 Shake what ya momma gave ya
 Shake what ya momma gave ya
 I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
 Get on the floor if ya got that booty
 Shake what ya momma gave ya
 Shake what ya momma gave ya
 Dance, too much booty in your pants
 Dance, too much booty in your pants
 I said dance, too much booty in your pants
 Dance, too much booty in your pants
 Well shake that ass, bitch
 And let me see what ya got
 Well shake that ass, bitch
 And let me see what ya got
 Hey, hey, hey, I said shake it, don't break it
 It took ya momma 9 months to make it
 I say shake it, don't break it
 It took ya momma 9 months to make it
 Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground
 Scrub the ground
 Hold it, okay
 Hey, she really likes to party
 She really likes to dance
 She really likes to dance, dance, dance
 I like a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch
 A money getting bitch, I love that shit
 'Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon' call
 If you got a little money, she taking her clothes off
 She dance like a muhfucking dance machine
 Taking her ass to the beat for me
 Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil' bit
 But I really love that shit, I love that shit
 Yeah, thick bitch, wit a drive to fuck
 Get her off in the truck and she bound to suck
 The ho love to bump, she don't like knee pads
 She scrub em up, her legs that is
 Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill
 The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills
 Fo' real by our goddamn selves
 Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
 (C'mon skeezer)
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, uh, some more, yeah, uh, uh, some more
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, some more, uh, uh, some more
 (C'mon skeezer)
 (Stick that thang out)
 Uh, uh, some more
 (Hold it)
 Yeah, uh, uh, some more
 Hey, she really likes to party
 She really likes to dance
 She really likes to dance, dance, dance
 (Dance, dance, dance, oh)
 I like the way you dance, girl
 Just bring that shit over
 And dance on a nigga like me
 Keep shaking that thang, girl
 Keep popping that thang, girl
 Keep shaking that thang, girl
 Keep popping that thang, girl
 Well, keep shaking that thang, girl
 Keep popping that thang, girl
 Keep shaking that thang, girl
 Keep popping that thang, girl
 Well, keep shaking that thang, girl
 Keep popping that thang, girl
 Keep shaking that thang, girl
 Keep popping that thang, girl
 Keep shaking that thang, girl

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Duration
03:43
Tempo
128 BPM

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