Beelow

(feat. Ms. Peaches)
[Chorus: x2]
How many dollars its gone take,
to see you bounce that ass girl make that ass twurk
How many dollars its gone take,
to see you bounce it, work it, twurk it, work it girl
[Verse 1:]
[Thug Addict]
Girl i like the way the way you shaking that thing
Working that thing, let me see you twurking that thing
[Guy]
Its the mra you know how we do the do ah
Flossin with Ballin Music Group ah
[Thug Addict]
Stop stunting, girl let me smack that thang up
Stop stunting, girl let me see you back that thang up
[Guy]
Who I be? The M. Rah neat-o
Im down with Ballin, mobbin wit Beelow
I be the rhyme sayer, she bes that rump shaker
I bes that back break, we known as the money makers
[Thug Addict]
Up in here they got mo girls then Bayou Classic
Who shake it the hardest, work like a master
Like Jay-Z, and J.D. money aint no thang
Let me see ya twurk twurk it in that g-string
Dont front let me see yo money maker shake
How many dollars will it take wooday?
[Chorus : x2]
[Hook 1:]
Here kitty kitty, back that azz up
Back that azz up, here kitty kitty
[Hook 2:]
Work that kitty kat, bounce dat azz hoe
Bounce dat azz hoe, work that kitty kat, work that kitty kat
[Verse 2: Beelow]
I see you in the club, I luv the way you twurk that thang
Girl you was handling yo business the way you pop it in that g-string
Up and down like a rodeo bronco
Bucking so hard you make a nigga wanna honk hoe
How many dollars?, How many its gone take?
What will it take to move that g-string out the way?
Dont stunt girl, wont you work it how u want to
Heres 50 dollars show a nigga whatcha gone do
Lap dance, or we can take it to the back
Love strippin in the club, let me put you on yo back
If you wit, yeah Im wit it, wont you come and get it girl
Earring in you fucking tongue make a nigga go girl
Wont cha pop that thang (no it wont stop)
Wont cha twurk that thang (no we wont stop)
Come on pop that thang (no it wont stop, no we wont stop, no it wont
stop)
[Chorus x2]
[Hook 1 x1]
[Hook 2 x1]
[Verse 3: Ms. Peaches]
You wanna get it, get it, get it my ass nigga
You got some fucking nerves coming wit them weak ass lines
Thinking you bout to get served, nigga please
I aint about shaking my ass for no nigga
Ima go getter, ghetto bitch
Clockin my own scrilla
How the fuck you figure that you can pay for this ass?
You couldnt afford me even if you had a trunk load of cash
Couldnt last a damn minute if I was twurking my thang
I have you screaming (stop)!
NO!, now whats my fucking name
Fuck biggied bounce, bitch Im trying to make some real money
So put them dollars in yo pocket cause I find that shit funny
Always be them cheap ass niggas wont you to work that string
But when it come down to fucking he aint even got no thang
You holla working it twurking it, nigga you need ta start jurkin it
Cause Ima break it and take, fucking right Im tryin to make it
So how many dollars its gone take for you lick on this click?
Now get the fuck out my face
[Chorus x2]
[Hook 1 x1]
[Hook 2 x1]
[Chorus x2]
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