Lyrics

Fuckin' on a bad bitch And her name Britney Countin' up my racks Yeah, the hunnids' and the fifties Say he wanna fight, so I hit him in his lip, see? Saw that boy at Goodwill, now he feelin' kinda thrifty? Sippin' on this yellow and it really got me tipsy Told him "Get a grip!" and now that boy be tryna grip me Hit it with my finger now she gettin' kinda sticky Said he wanna fight, but I just hit him with that 50 I want all my bad bitches right now to start shakin' ass to this silly ass, goofy ass beat Stop saying you my dawg 'fore I give yo' ass a treat Told her give me brain, now she laughin' at my meat She wouldn't stop talking, so I told her to retreat All my bad bitches throw it to this silly ass beat, like Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it You-you better shake it Shake that fuckin' ass You better shake it Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it You-you better shake it Shake that fuckin' ass You better shake it Bitch shakin' ass, yeah she throw that shit on me Got a cup of Lipton, yeah I'm sippin' on this tea I gotta take a break, bitch, I think I gotta pee My favorite color twenty and my favorite number green (Wow!) Look like I got a baby, 'cause I'm sippin' on this lean We gon' turn him to a shirt, we gon' turn him to a meme You be tryna' find the mode, but I'm tryna find the mean And I learned that shit in math class, get like me bitch Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it You-you better shake it Shake that fuckin' ass You better shake it Shake it, throw it, shake it, throw it, shake it You-you better shake it Shake that fuckin' ass
Writer(s): Miguel Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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