Shake chords by J.R. Writer
Verse 1
Am
chilla jones freaky santana yo
who wanna mess with me, or, commess with me be a mess to
clean call me mr clean where i glitz and gleam trigger team
click the beam hit the
fiend geppolin's
clicking like im nicotine
but its all for the green
like listerine had to diss the
queen think I'ma get her geez
I ain't genuine, mom, my mission's neat
On my n***a Dean,
fix the fix, get the cream
I sit in Bahamas with Alyssa Milano
Got the Chris and the Gonzo
And it's getting un -comma, comma
Now she cryin',
she missin' her momma
Just a stepping stone for me,
now I'm hittin' Madonna
And she twistin' the fauna
As we sit in Asana
Guess it's just my persona
Got a kiss in the conda
Wear the dip, so cut the shit
Now twist your hips and lick your lips
Where the dip, so cut the shit
Ma, twist your hips and lick your lips,
come on
Ma, you straight frontin'
Let's get the date jumpin'
See your booty panties
Ma, shake somethin'
Shake somethin'
Shake somethin'
Shake, shake, shake,
shake somethin', yo
And I got some girls, about five or six
And a five or six
About five or six
I surprise the chick
That's when the eyes get lit
Let her drive the whip
See if she ride or stick
Who is live is this
My pool size is six, but swim in my pants
Die for dick, they call me Moby
My pies are thick, tell a free willy
If your thighs are thick, and your ass is fat
And your head is right,
and your dough is good
We can smash the night,
right here in the car
Ma, act the light, if you act for cash
I'm mad polite, kiss ass you dyke
And I'm fast to fight, if you get mad
Catboy grab a bite, or I stab it light
And we'll grab a bite,
is it crab you like?
Lobster appetite
Wear the dip, so cut the shit
Marge, twist your hips and lick your lips
Wear the dip, so cut the shit
Marge, twist your hips and lick your lips
Come on!
Marge, you straight frontin'
Let's get the date jumpin'
See your booty panties
Marge, shake somethin'
Shake somethin'
Shake somethin'
Shake, shake, shake, shake somethin'
In front of the club
Drop hoops and trucks
I'm in front of the club
With a hunnids of stars
A gun and some bud
Through the metal detector,
the metal detector
Settle and wet ya,
I don't meddle with extra
You fakes and clowns,
I walk in and get out the club
safe and sound
Silencer, dawg, how safe is sound?
I got apes and hams, you just pace around
And I'll lace ya down, but I'm looking for
A Manhattan hoe, or a Brooklyn whore
A Bronx biatch to let me look,
Up front, go beat around the bush for sure
Till the tush is sore, hit it doggie style
Get it doggie style,
you know the doggie style
I'm a Macklemore,
and it's smash and more VIP in between the bathroom store
Wear the dips, so cut the shit
Now twist your hips and lick your lips
Wear the dips, so cut the shit
Now twist your hips and lick your lips,
come on
Ma, you straight frontin'
Let's get the date jumpin'
See your booty panties
Ma, shake somethin'
Shake somethin'
Shake somethin'
Outro 1
Shake, shake, shake, shake, say, uh
Am
Shake
J.R. Writer
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