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at it again - timbaland & magoo lyrics

[lil’ man] (timbaland)
bounce!
get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (ladies)
bounce wit’ me, bounce wit’ me (fellas, uh, uh)
get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (now ladies)
bounce wit’ me, bounce wit’ me (freaky fellas, ah)
get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (now ladies)
bounce wit’ me, bounce wit’ me (freaky fellas)
get crunk, get crunk, get crunk (freaky, freaky now ladies)
freaky, freaky, freaky

[timbaland]
timbaland never walk in a place
he can’t walk out of
gettin’ rude in the place
with a gun in my waist
i just might pop out slugs
with a straight arm
bullets stomp through your phat farm till the animals jump out of
no justifications
while my song question like that jigga what?
i’m the cause that the thugs gon’ fight
in the club so tight, y’all ky’d up
sometimes i fall, on cars i just hop right up
with the drop top and the top dropped
and your mouth drops like
“what the {f-ck?}”
only deal with conjunction chicks
when i’m looking to hit
they give me b-tt
now who da man, say timbaland!

[static](lil’ man)
now off the top, off the top
(we at it again)
from the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
to your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
to the one’s at the club
to the people on the floor
(we at it again)
hit in one mo’ gin
now say off the top, off the top
(we at it again)
from the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
to your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
to the people at the club
to the one’s on the floor
(we at it again, at it again)

[magoo]
get a cuff on your hoes
got a d-ck ’bout the size of an elbow
don’t scream when it hurt
i’m a f-cking machine
fiend for cash, fiend for hash
ginseng make it last
push shorty on the b-tt
not giving a f-ck
press your luck, ready to buck
i’m a bad motherf-cker when it come to the shows
f-cking your hoes, don’t hate mag hate the flows
two in the clip ready to pimp
i’m a bad motherf-cker and i’m ready to trip
y’all scared motherf-ckers y’all ready to dip
with your b-tch -ss sporting a slip
then a fool like me come out with a thang in the hip
get back in your ride, light you up on your driver side
those weak n-ggas better be ready to hide
one in your leg, two in your side

[static(?)](lil’ man)
now off the top, off the top
(we at it again)
from the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
to your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
to the one’s at the club
to the people on the floor
(we at it again)
hit in one mo’ gin
now say off the top, off the top
(we at it again)
from the candy store to the coffee shop
(we at it again)
to your girl next door, to your boy next door
(we at it again)
to the people at the club
to the one’s on the floor
(we at it again, at it again)

[sebastian]
uh, sebastian never play n-ggas
i f-ckin’ just trade me some n-ggas
f-ck up my brain when she steady giving me brain in the whip
never hit just ball legit
give her diamonds so big she can’t ball up her fist
with designers so big shirts crop at the wrist
look at some of the sh-t that my dough can get
whoo! boy that’s that sh-t!
that i be dippin’ and poppin’ the top and
these b-tches ? and blockin’
these n-ggas lovin’ the dough
my youngins lovin’ the flow
south people back on the roll
ladies get back on the floor
fellas keep throwin’ the bowls
this how a party should go

- timbaland magoo lyrics

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