Shake It Lyrics

You better shake it, cuz girl your the main bitch

You got a boy but I ain't gotta say shit

I promise, girl let's be honest

That boy you got he a unknown artist

Baby girl you are the hottest

What you doing with a boy that ain't modest

Aye he ain't take you on no date

Baby now what are you gonna say

That boy he been treating you bad anyway

You need a boy like me who can treat you great

Baby I don't tell lies

I tell true things that's my real disguise

Your so lost but I'm the one you need to find

Let's go back in time and just hit rewind

So we can take him out your life

Put me in your future so you can see I am right

I don't ever start fights, but if he wanna fight then I'll knock him on sight

I don't play no games, so why do you feel shame when I'm up in your face

You a pussy, matter of fact you a sissy

One shot to your brain and you start to feel dizzy

Girl you a bad bitch, I wanna take you out buy you all the top class shit

On that no cap shit

I don't even cap when I talk even when I rap bitch

I'm different, got new shoes every damn week girls know I be pimping

They can talk shit on my music but I don't listen so zip it

Fuck bitches on bitches

I make money while I'm pissing

Girl I'm the one you been missing

You know I'm the best decision

So stop fooling around

The bass shake them to the ground

Got the hardest of all sounds

She's just lost till she is found

She got apple bottom jeans

She's got some boots and some lean

You know she hard on the drink

Tryna find girls to go link

I think real hard on the beat

I hear my shit in the streets

I hear my shit when I eat

Fascinating like it's neat

Her ass be juicy like pears, everyone's tryna stare

It just isn't fair

Cuz I want this girl to use my face as a chair

And I'm so aware, how dare

You to assume that I treat women badly like a buffoon

Fuck it zoom, outta here make it clear that I am a going to the moon

Cuz apparently I'm a fool

Who sits in his room

Rapping about shit he thinks is cool

Fuck it boo, cuz I don't even know you

Shawty had them Apple bottom jeans and the boots with the fur

That is worth, so much more than her purse

It gets worse, spit a verse

Shawty won't leave that stupid man he's a curse

But thinking bout it too much just makes my mind wanna burst

I do curse at that man

He's a bad little fag

Walks around and his pants sag

Little mustache, stupid ass

Just don't ask, why I'm mad

I just told you everything about this man I'm not gonna run it back,