Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show 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 'Tipsy', I'm a mack
in fad, show-off the fact
Give me a and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say it's
But the truth is none of gettin' money
I tried to humble but her ass rumble
Give her the ball, she gon' fumble

Skin denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he at me I can pimp him
nigga Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran wit' a fake ass chain
big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, than December
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of
Before the night is over probably have to check hoes
Now

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

Show ass
Show ass
your ass
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