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letra de s.t.a.b. - joey trap

yo skinny, you wildin n-gga
yeah
mother f-ck

[verse 1]
shake that ass b-tch, i wanna see you move
nah for real
ay
[?]
come shake that ass if you want to, uh
clap from the back, her thighs move, uh
i got the pistol on me right now, n-gga come and try
i wish he would
i got that
brr tuh uh uh uh
brr tuh uh uh
hit a n-gga
bow psh sh sh sh
bow psh sh sh sh
shut the f-ck up
stop actin cool
you was hating on me, now you wanna be my dude
the way a n-gga winning, how the f-ck could n-ggas lose?
if he want a problem, we gon put him on the news

ay, shake that ass b-tch
[verse 2]
baby, what the f-ck you finna do with all that ass?
if you shake it for me, we gon throw a couple bands
i heard you got a n-gga, why you n-gga lookin mad?
f-ck that n-gga feelings, you gon pick up all this cash
and if you run up, get that 30 from my waistline
i guess he must have your heart, but girl, your face mine
i spilled codеine on my rolex just to waste timе
she said she don’t do no drugs, now she did 8 lines
that’s how i knew
i know you her n-gga, she don’t want be with you
in the club with lowes, i always keep it on, my tool
if you fightin n-gga over b-tches, you a fool

ay, shake that ass, b-tch

- joey trap

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