Girl Talk - Let It Out | Текст песни

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• Let It Out

Gon' head let it out
Gon' head let it out
Gon' head let it out
Take it off, stretch it out, gon' head let it out

Bounce wit me, Bounce wit me
Ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch
Bounce wit me, Bounce wit me
Yeah

Can I hit in the morning
Without givin' you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond rings bitches kill FOR
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't drivin?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya
See yourself with a nigga workin' harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so,

(x2)
[Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU
To these bitches from all of my niggaz
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
[Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP (WOOP WOOP)
To these niggaz from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggaz without dubs?

Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap
Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap
Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap
Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap

Whatcha doin' girl with all that
Up & down, up & down
Man that booty real phat
Runnin' round, runnin' round
I like the way ya move that
Man, I wanna screw that (Oooweee!)
Knock that coochie out the park
Hit it like a ball bat
Fall back & squeeze on that piece
Juices squirtin'
You must be a stripper or a new member of the twerk team
Bouncing that thing in them jeans got it jerkin'
Busting out the seams in them jeans then it's workin'
Make that thang clap
G-string too spicy
Down south girl gonna do the freakin' dances
Bunch of corn bread fed
Never scared
Open legs
Lady in the streets but real freak in tha bed

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk
That ass (c'mon)
Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk
That ass (c'mon)
Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk
That ass (c'mon)
Move that ass
Left & right gon' work that ass

Please tell us why, please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

Hey there mister blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do
Ev'rybody smiles at you

You won't be around next year,
My rap's too severe,
Kicking mad flava in ya ear,

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear,
Time for new flava in ya ear,
I'm... kicking... new... flava in ya ear,
Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear,
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear,
Time for new flava in ya ear,
I'm... kicking... new... flava in ya ear,
Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear.

Ohh
We pop champagne
We pop champagne

Hey, how we ball in the club i know u hate it
Mami dancin' on the floor i like she naked
When she laid up wit chu i know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I aint gotta take it
Oh
Pop champagne
Ohhh
Pop champagne
Ohh
We pop champagne
Ohh
We pop champagne

A lime to a lemon remind you of the sky when I'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
Admire your style and your physique
And I ain't trying to critique but you deserve a good drink, so whats up?
What you sippin' on? Its no problem
Black and gold models like I'm pro-New Orleans
But shawty I'm far from a saint but I got two A-mex's that look the same way
Wale, D.C. that's me

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