Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

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

me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a of grand
on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, somethin' you can be
Keep playin' with me, then I hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' 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 there's wrong with that
The hold that, the blunt roll that
And when you me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at, lickin' the
And when I'm finished, you comin' it's yo pack
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'

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

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

in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might to catch a case
Don't let the fool ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a hand jab like 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 and let me do my thang
Now

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', gon' hit the
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, in the back
You can by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack
Show-off in fad, the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say country
But the truth is none of y'all money
I tried to stay humble but her ass
Give her the ball, she gon' fumble

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

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

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

your ass
Show ass
Show ass
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