shake dat shit lyrics

[Chorus - Ludacris & (Shawnna)]

Maannn, these bitches is awfully nasty

And these bitches keep walking past me

Either way, I'm a pimp for today

Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit!

(Now these niggaz is bout they bank)

(And these niggaz keep buying dranks)

(Lips creep from my body on your lips)

(Get it closer to the tip and shake that shit!)



[Verse 1 - Shawnna]

S-H-A to the W double N-A

Real bitch don't play

Your eyes can't hide what your lips won't say

You're acting like the Dukes of the Fifth won't spray

It's okay, they gon learn

Chi's most wanted bitch wait your turn!

Sac full of yum I'm a make that burn

Y'all can't smoke none anyway

Wild ones, walk wit a bitch through wild slums

Trying to figure out if they're scared of the hips or the chips

Or they really can't talk to a bitch wit wild guns

No games, hat to the side wit low frame

Now I came in this industry killin em

Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny wit an O and a gram!



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Shawnna]

C-H-I to the C-A, G-O

If you ain't been, don't go

My city's so fast, you react so slow

Your heart might stop and your blood won't flow

(That ain't right) I stomp through the hood

Wit a grand on my feet like that ain't tight

Diamonds on my neck like that ain't bright

I come through and shut down the Saturday Night!

(Hell yeah) You can kiss that and

(Feel there) bring it right back

Don't mess wit the frame if you don't know a thing

Six years in the game, I'm still here

Hold up! They mad cause the streets is sold up!

I'm back on my feet, so watch for the cops, we'll never stop

Just rep for ya block and throw it up!



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Shawnna]

M-I-D to the W-E-S-T

Better yet that's me

Most of y'all chicks gotta impress me

You say you got skills, put 'em up let's see

Show and prove, I hate to really see

What y'all goin through, put on any beat

We could spit it in the street

From the West to the East, or South to the house

Just showing love, go home

The body on the flo' is so grown

What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label

And ya gotta shed a tear, cause you hear ya career's

Been post-poned, back up

Smart mouth bitches, get slapped up

Take it to the trap, get clapped up

Put it in ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up



[Chorus x2]



[Outro - Shawnna]

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