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shake! - jathekid lyrics

(gang f*ck n*gga)
(fa*fa*fa*fa*fa*fa, gang)
(b*tch)
(oh my god, ja)

told a n*gga step up and come do sum’ (and come do sum’)
i’ve been f*ckin’ on his b*tch, he ain’t gone’ do nun’ (he ain’t gone’ do nun’)
yeah, she just bent it over, now she shake sum’ (shake sum)
aye, um, you’re b*tch gone’ shake sum’ (shake sum)

shake, shake it on me, aye (shake it on me)
shake, shake, shake it for me, aye (shake it for me)
shake, shake, shake it on me, aye (shake it on me)
shake, shake, shakе it for me, aye (shake it for mе)

i’ve been shooting like i’m shaq, like i’m devin booker (booker)
diamonds dancing on my belt, just like a f*cking hooker
your b*tch ain’t want your lame ass, so i f*cking took her
you ain’t even wit the gang, you just an outlook*er
i’ve been making all this bread wit’ my gang too (wit’ my gang too)
i’ve shooting shots n*gga, it’s f*ck your dead too (f*ck your dead too)
now she tryna touch up on me, i’m not your man boo (not your man boo)
now she gone go away, i hope she change soon
but shake it, she gone f*cking shake it on the gang too
now she playin’ all these games in my mind too
now she bend it over, on her toes she shaking ass
yeah, we throwin’ all these racks, she gone throw it back
i’ve been playing wit’ that b*tch, she not on my roster
i’ve stuck inside her mind, lil’ b*tch she think she foster
aye, i thought that was your b*tch n*gga (your b*tch)
why she wanna suck me up, she suck my d*ck n*gga (suck my d*ck n*gga)
aye, b*tch, i could let you go (go)
choppas at your head b*tch, i’m blowing it fasho (that’s fasho)
now she wanna f*ck wit’ the gang, that’s my bro (that’s my bro)
i can’t even b*tch, i cannot f*ck no more, yeah
but she gone shake sum’
shake, shake, shake it on me, aye
shake, shake, shake it for me, aye
shake, shake, shake it on me, aye
shake, shake, shake it for me, aye
shake, shake, shake it on me, aye
shake, shake, shake it for me, aye
shake, shake, shake it for me, aye
aye, where you been at n*gga
heh, ain’t this your b*tch n*gga
aye, but she gone shake it for me
aye, um, but she gone shake it for me
b*tch, you already know what type of timin’ we on n*gga, pshhh
but she gone shake it for me
b*tch, haha, b*tch, but she gone shake it for me

but i ain’t finished yet
start a new beat up, i’m wit’ your b*tch, she finna blow again (blow again)
hit it from the back, nut and dip, that’s how it’s ‘pose to end (‘pose to end)
count it up, gettin bands wit’ out her (bands wit’ out her)
f*ck her bestie cuz that b*tch don’t even matter (don’t even matter)
in the club, throwing bands on these hoes (on these hoes)
10 toes, b*tch i can never fold (never fold)
sub zero, b*tch these diamonds keep me cold (keep me cold)
throw it back b*tch, i hope you made clap too (clap too)
clap too, b*tch and make it clap too (make it clap)
and her p*ssy water, and she got no tattoos (got no tattoos)
saw it through the jeans i had to tap too (had to tap too)
yeah, but she made it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap on me (clap on me)
bend it over, now i’m bussin’ in her sheets (in her sheets)
she gone’ whisper in my ear, she a freak (she a freak)
mention a whole ‘nother b*tch, she gone tweak, yeah (she gone tweak n*gga)
n*ggas start to fakin'(start fakin’)
n*ggas talking sh*t, so wit’ their b*tch i get to takin’ (get to takin’)
yo b*tch shake sum ass cuz of all this paper i’ve been makin’ (i’ve been makin’)
i’m eighteen wit’ motion, that’s why you n*ggas get to hatin’ (get to hating)
i’ve been moving round the block, wit’ a glock too, i’m top two, but she stay at the crib, that’s where she flock to (where she flock to)
and yo’ b*tch, she on my team, she gone muck you, duck you, she touching on my body, she wanna f*ck to (wanna f*ck)
yeah, but i can’t f*ck wit’ hoes

start a new beat up, i’m wit’ your b*tch, she finna blow again (blow again)
hit it from the back, nut and dip, that’s how it’s ‘pose to end (‘pose to end)
count it up, gettin bands wit’ out her (bands wit’ out her)
f*ck her bestie cuz that b*tch don’t even matter (don’t even matter)
in the club, throwing bands on these hoes (on these hoes)
10 toes, b*tch i can never fold (never fold)
now she throw it back, i hope she made it clap up on me, yeah
clap on me, yeah (clap on me)
clap, (clap), clap, (clap), clap on me (clap on me b*tch)
clap, clap, clap on me, yeah
clap, clap, clap on me

- jathekid lyrics

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