POPPA P3RK - Shake It

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,

Written by:
Tayen Simonson

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