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ain't blood I don't trust you
If you blood still don't trust you
Young thug poppin Chris wit a breezy
Bout to go crazy
Fresco papi feet sponsored by yeezy

Cut the Chase

Pretty Willie

Enter the Life of Suella

2002

next lady (uh huh)
She all sweaty (sweaty)
Might sound bogus to some of ya'll but dawg she ready
(ready)
To get get cut down by Suella like a machete

13 Years

Mystikal

Unpredictable

1997

this year 
Creative catastrophe, leave emcees in closed caskets 
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut like hatchets 
Tight as ratchets, and burn like

shake it up
You gon' shake it for ya

We get by (you're shaking me up)
We're just gonna give it another try (but I can't get enough)
We get by

Move to this let me see you jump and twist
Pump ya fist cause you know
It's hard to resist
That how know you rolling
With the love specialist
Feel

my small girls shake that do it 
If it's ya birthday girl shake that do it 
If it's ya birthday girl shake that do it

So sorry don't know your name if you didn't ride for me
I'm a still shake my ass, shake my ass while I'm counting up
Still shake my ass while I'm

(Shake it)
Issa ya boi
(Trapmoneyremy in this bi- bi- bitch)
Let's go
Yeah Russian white tigers when we pull up (Pull up)
Uh sipping candy water till

Cardi B teeth used to be
Buck but now they straight as fuck
I'm tryin' to shake shit up
But ya ugly ass face keep
Fuckin' my concentration up
Plus you

You and I

Rick James

Old School Mixx, Vol. 2

1998

brought 
More wealth than Hughes, himself
And if by chance there is an afterlife when we die
You and I, I'll spend it with you
 
Some people might say

Baby by the end of the song I'mma make you go and shake that bank, ugh
Baby I told you
Imma make you shake that bank
Imma make you shake that bank

I love it when you shake it for me
Hey Lady, I got something to say, hey Lady

It's just something bout ya vibe that makes for fly by time, Hey Lady

aint got no Gucci bags I cannot fulfill ya

Baby all I spit is crack
Come fuck wit a deal-uh
Come fuck wit a deal-uh
Come fuck wit a
Come fuck wit a
Come

flops
Ali on my tube socks
Nawf Atlanta baby I don't know what you thought
Fuck a grammy
Play me in a Waffle House jukebox

I'm killing ya
I fit

smart
Play for keeps
And the art
Play yo part
(MOMMA)
Momma said whatever you do
Don't play with her heart
But
Look you learn by living
Me with these

customer service,so I can't complain
My bud taste like hate,you live an angry way
Yoke the collar up,skrilla back or you gettin slain
Couldn't see ya luck

Mystikal 
•tell dame dash I’m going digital, tell jay-z I been throwing rocks-tell tip I’m really serious, I Fuck Mercedes In au Benz 
•bi turbo not da twin,

an iPhone, let me Undo
Shake it like an iPhone, let me Undo
I'm up in the party, ya boy gettin' loose
If Bambizzle up in this, you know they call truce
And I'm

money out here for u and me

Cuz I Check These Spot's, Shake These Cops
Cook These Rocks, Stack These Knots
Shake, Shake Pop, Hit The Block
N 
Boom, Boom

The deterioration of what they're empire plot
Built atop
We're being mangled
They retrain, retame you
So retake you and
Shake off the sleep
Shake up the sheik
Burn

Shooting Star [Album Version; Version]

Pitbull

Crave, Vol. 4

are my favorite.
(x2)

Shake that.
Move that.
(x2)
Shake that. (x2)
Move that.
Shake that.

I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You

Shooting Star

Pitbull

Shooting Star

2009

are my favorite.
(x2)

Shake that.
Move that.
(x2)
Shake that. (x2)
Move that.
Shake that.

I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You

I'm a show ya how to ball out
Really go all out
Stop by twenty-fifth
And rock all the stores out
Fly through the burrow
And Coup with the doors out

Brad Cook - Shake That Lyrics

Hook:

See ya smile
C’mon shake that booty

Get wild c’mon 
Shake your booty 

See ya smile
C’mon shake that booty