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Webbie
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Shake What Ya Mamma Gave Ya
It's the savage,
In a minute they'd be dropping all my last shit.
I'm pretty sure that it's gonna be a catastrophe.
Pocket full of money, eyes low, be sagacious,
Ready for whatever, got the medal and the plastic,
Pedal to the metal, illustrate where the cash at.
Couple of pound, for my cab, rest, I keep a damn package
Girl, won't you go somewhere else, get that ass at.
Shake, Shake, Shake
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
Shake, Shake, Shake
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
Like, I don't care how you did it,
The thrill is alive, will I be scared to
Try to hit it? I'm feeling the dive!
And she walk like a mile, and she gloss like a diamond.
And she pretty and she fine and did she get it from her mamma?
And she pay her own deal and she buy her own hair,
And she bounce like a ball, upper hundreds like to brawl.
She got brain and they face it, they're not good enough to taste it.
Yeah, she strict, and then she dipping her old man, instead of tripping,
But the girl's so cold, she work that pole,
Is she really ready, yo? To get, to get low.
Get loose, as a goose, right and out of the house,
So my crew can see the truth, like they ever had a doubt,
She impress when she dress, and she know she like dress,
All the money she can fetch, I'll tell her brainer to have bags.
Make the mess, I'll let her take the test.
Monica Lewinsky, who can do that shit the best?
Shake, Shake, Shake
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
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Shake, Shake, Shake
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
Shake it like you ain't got a backbone,
I'm the type of nigger that'll dismiss you if you act wrong,
If you're bad, then I'll blow a spank on you,
Show you, show you love, get a nigger in a trap, won't you?
Bu getting money, got a caramel chick, big and fine,...
Got a bootie so big, when she walk, it's like she running.
Everyday I making movies, who want star in the next?
You gonna be ... let your bootie do the rest!
We real niggers, we just get chicks, ain't got the finesses,
All the women like a me, 'cause I don't have to fake the riches,
Get low, to the floor, put your head to the ground,
Bring that over, shake it on me, let it take me out!
Shake it like you mean it, shake it, shake it, shake it like you mean it!
Work for me, girl, like I've never seen it.
Shake, Shake, Shake
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
Shake, Shake, Shake
Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya
It's the savage,
In a minute they'd be dropping all my last shit.
I'm pretty sure that it's gonna be a catastrophe.
Pocket full of money, eyes low, be sagacious,
Ready for whatever, got the medal and the plastic,
Pedal to the metal, illustrate where the cash at.
Couple of pound, for my cab, rest, I keep a damn package
Girl, won't you go somewhere else, get that ass at.
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