Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

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

me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple of
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
Keep playin' me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm thirty at least

on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she on my tat
I gotta rub her, so nothin' wrong with that
The weed hold that, the blunt roll
And when you give me head, please don't hold
Where your 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 ass, gon' hit the flo'

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

I hops out the Jag, pocket full of
Wish ho would try to jump like she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin'
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow 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 to the flo', time to get this bitch hype

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

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', hit the flo'
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, 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 several hoes, brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say it's
But the truth is none of y'all gettin'
I tried to stay but her ass rumble
Give her the ball, guaranteed she fumble

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

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

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

Show ass
Show ass
Show ass
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