Lyrics:
by Chris Blood and Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Intro: MAKE ME SHAKE, MAKE ME SHAKE, MAKE ME SHAKE
Verse 1
Ain’t bout no romance tonight
I don’t want no satin
them, if you want that Red October- but
Legally, we gotta both sign that contract
Mark Parker i'mma put Mark Parker
All on that Summer
Jam screen and by
I'ma get it by any means necessary trust
Can't ever be no buss, put in over time like everyday is Saturday
Sunday is the day God said you shouldn't do
are
To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguin' over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle wylin', I don't
as well go through it
She handpicking Tricky over several of these niggas
Me caressing on her figure was the level for the trigger
I know you feel the guilt
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
shawty scream
Gotta add some value, if you want in on my team
Niggas better watch out, get hit by a dirty beam
I been through some hard times, Father God,
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
I can't believe that every day and every night (Bounce)
It's getting better with you out of my life (Bounce)
It's
sanity but can't control the laughter
Can you please get back to me cause it's all I'm after
Maybe this is blasphemy I feel like a
Loving, I need some
hurts her
His ever-increasing responsibilities on
The Mayor's table
Seem to have taken precedence
Over his familial duties
Although I can't say I'm
Sorry
day I still get in fights with the same broad
At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart
In the middle of the aisle wylin', I don't give a f-, I
Jonathan, Fred Blue, Joseph, man
God damn, it's still happening
I don't feel safe again getting pulled over
Start sweating and shaking
Silverado, I'm tapping
the goons
We know he guilty, but free Bill, he gon' die soon (Free Bill)
I swear them crackers be actin' like they shit don't stink
That's what you get
the records that make up the math
I put my head down and get to the
Bag you talkin' like I got you mad
To keep it real, I'm playin' with you still
I rap hard
insurance
Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won't stop
If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch
They say we can't be
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
shit will get yo ass laid out
I'm Clark Kent
Under dark tint
But you can call me
[Chorus]
Superman
It's a bird, it's a plane
Naw nigga, it's
it seems
Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother fucking bada
I was conceived under
Niggie trippin' why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit
See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get
talkin' bout some ass when I'm makin' shit shake (Making shit shake)
But you can still get your bitch snatched
My baby ride my dick fast, I can tell 'cause
weighs a ton
Baby, you can't use 'em when this money flowin' fluid
Hennies in the prostitution
See, I buy Birkins so my drive-bys worth it
And I'm gon'
no coming down
I can't pass the rock cause you still out of bounds
If you send shots get the shells off the ground
And the new pack drops when the mail
wanna see my niggas now I gotta wear an R.I.P T-Shirt
Or get on Facebook and research
They only want you to stay once you leave Earth
I pray the ones I
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