...This...That...Shit... Lyrics

DJ

Play that shit

DJ

Play my shit

This that

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa

Oh no now this ain't

No no love song

This that pay

To hang your coat up

'Cause tonite

I meet the quota

From the bar to the dance floor

This man snuck over

'Cause wha' you poppin' like toasters

Bubbles like club soda

Hold up

Oh girl

I love the way you roll up

An' I notice how you slow up

Yea you revving up my motors

Girl you're a poem

More like a perfect rhyme

In my folder

An' tonite

I'm tryna lay you out

Posters

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa

Oh no now girl

We do this all night

Baby girl

I got that strong pipe

Fit this in

Even if the box's tight

Oh yea

I know the club ain't over

An' we still on the same song

She made my kicky wicky strong

When I say her grey thong

Oh lady an' me in VIP

Tipsy flirty selfies

Dirty symphony

She's a mystery

But sweet as cotton candy

These shots of Brandy

Got me fallen madly

But happily fancy

Up her valley

Like uh

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa

Now baby with or without you

I'm gonna release

I'm backed up boo

But ay bae

Rather do it

With you

So um

Why not we skip the small talk

Side swiped

Call a Lyft

Take a short walk

Back to your spot

Yup yup

But baby

If you want me to

I'll release the freak in you

So tell me

Wha' you wanna do

She said

She's only in town for the week

Gave me spare keys

Meet at her AirBnb

Its after three

Masters degree

At goin' half on a baby

DJ

Play that shit

DJ

Play my shit

This that

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa

This that shit

That make you fellas

Turn up

An' this that shit

That makes you girls get down

Now get it down

This that shit

That puts you in the mood

Everybody bodies move

Do it with

Or without you

Naa naa naa