Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

Come on,
on, yeah
Come on,
on, ay

me, I'm the man
You need a boo I got a couple of grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya
And I like the way ya ass move to the
You a freak, that's you can be
Keep playin' with me, then I hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at

Show-offs on the cap, her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the
Not knowin' she a rat, she on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nothin' wrong that
The weed hold that, the blunt roll
And when you give me head, don't hold back
Where eyes at, lickin' the Kodak
And I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
Now

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'

I hops out the Jag, pocket full of
Wish your ho would try to like she bad
Jeans tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow cash
Step up in the party, the Bacardi
Betta watch man 'cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
I'm lookin' to my left, to my right
I head to the flo', time to get this bitch

Niggaz in the place, all up in my
Somebody touch my ass I might have to a case
Don't let the face ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck with me, you pay like you weigh
No in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the up out my face and let me do my thang
Now

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'

Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the
your ass, gon' hit the flo'

Gon' hit the flo', gon' hit the
Well, I out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a
in fad, show-off the fact
Give me a Coupe and hoes, I'll brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, say it's country
But the is none of y'all gettin' money
I to stay humble but her ass rumble
her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

Skin denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can him
This Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran wit' a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my
Get him to surrender, than December
I'm my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably have to hoes
Now

your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'

Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'

your ass
Show ass
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