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504 Boyz - Wobble Wobble lyrics
Yo', this Jay-tweezie keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it This here we play loud as posible Perferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs Grab your shorty and let's go hook Now won't you wobble wobble Let me see you shake it, shake it Now won't you drop it, drop it Ohh, take it, take it (2x) (Mac) You already know what's happenin' when I step in this Bitch And I know you heard of me, cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny You've been 'bout servin' it, ever since you heard my song I got you bucked up, You want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto Like your daddy full of that bottle Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. Bitches, them Saint T. Bitches, my no limit Bitches Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret They want that soilder Dick that you only get from that soilder clique That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up We drop it like it's hotta, from the dance floor to the Ramada Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look hook (Master P/Nino Brown) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning I could respect you mind, if you can respect the game Is this cool to fuck, or is this about some change hook (Magic, Silkk/Vito) I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga sayins "ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm tring to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it Let's bump and grind, girl you did that The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God) Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, Woof hook (Mystikal/G-Money) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanist face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it' hunt it, some old nigga ready to hump your ass (Krazy) I'll be there for you baby, just beep me start paging soilder, when you want a freak male I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you (C-Murder) Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'till you nakes You like your lips it makes me hard daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin' You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening hook We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz, what, what |
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