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letra de make that shit work - t-pain

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[intro: t-pain]
i lay the hammer down
i’ma build a whole house on that -ss, i swear
tell her its hammer time
cause i’m from tallah-ssee and you know we get nasty out here
now when we swervin’ in the [?], you know we makin’ it chirp
you almost made me spill this jack on this ten dollar shirt
shawty, tell me when you and your friend get out of work
cause all these other b-tches just pretending to twerk

[pre-hook: t-pain]
i’ma about to unload on a b-tch
baby let me see you get low a bit
drink that wine get low on the hips (too fast)
take it slow on the d-ck

[hook: t-pain & juicy j]
now when i walk up in this b-tch you know i’m making it work
how you fit all that cake in that skirt?
i’m whippin’ on that -ss like i’m making this hurt
waterguns, i be makin’ it squirt
walk up in this b-tch you better make that sh-t work
i’m throwin’ hundreds in your face you better make that sh-t work
and when you hop up on a d-ck you better make that sh-t work make that sh-t work, make that sh-t work (x2)
hop up on a d-ck you better make that sh-t work
i’m throwin’ hundreds in your face you better make that sh-t work

[verse 1: t-pain]
her booty unbelievable
tryin’ to describe it but my crew just don’t believe me
and if she ain’t workin’ for the premium
i’na stuck it on the side like a motherf-ckin’ tv
i’ma beast i do this sh-t in reality n-gg-
if she f-ck with me she f-ck with b-st–lity n-gg-
i got her working, got her working, losing calories n-gg-
she don’t f-ck with you cause she knows that your swag ain’t official
hundred dollars at a time
drop that p-ssy on a dime
make it clap to the baseline
boom bap wind chime

[hook]

[verse 2: juicy j]
god d-mn shawty where you get that -ss at
make a n-gg- hit it twice had to backtrack
hit it three times, she in love with it
shawty hike that -ss up, let me come get it
you are my thing, i might end the please
lame -ss n-gg-s can’t hang with a g
-ss and them t-tties what your boy came to see
the club ain’t got enough change for me
and you know i’m gone off a pill not that tylenol
if the b-tch ain’t eatin’ d-ck she might as well starve
shoot movies in the bed, she gon’ play her part
cause when it come to givin’ brain she gon’ play it smart
we throwin’ george washington’s, them fives and them tens
twenties, fifties, color money benjamins
throw that bread tell her momma she gon’ be your best friend
but that b-tch ain’t in love she just tryin’ to get them m’s

[hook: juicy j]

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