Oh sh#t!
Oh sh#t!
Oh sh#t
Oh sh#t
n#gg#s rushin, they pushin to the dance floor
b#tches twerking wit reckless abandon
Drop it low, wine slow, get ratchet
Throw #ss to whoever’s catching
n#gg#s runnin they gunnin for the dance floor
All hands on deck when my sh#t on
It’s hot, no thoughts, basic instinct
Buss it wide, don’t care who sees me
Sweat drips. drips wet
From my head, down my neck, to my chest
Flesh pressed onto my flesh
I’m flexin og b#tch you guessed
Don’t breath. no rest
All eyes on me obsessed
Call it relievin stress
Walk up grab mе say less
n#gg#s rushin, they pushin to the dancе floor
b#tches twerking wit reckless abandon
Dip it low, pick it up slow, get nasty
Pretend it’s just me and u like cassie
n#gg#s runnin, they gunnin for the dance floor
All hands on deck when my sh#t on
I bet you can get me bodied
I’m beyonce tonight i’m bein naughty
Release. detach
Feral urges in me clash
On the floor like i’m doin this for cash
Oh sh#t i’m un-a-bashed
I heave. i thrash
Roll back. throw #ss
Now that shit’s movin fast
Oh sh#t i almost made it clap
(oh sh#t!) almost took ur man
(oh sh#t!) he wants to feel it in his hands
(oh sh#t!) he can feel it in his pants
Shutup b#tch i don’t want your man
(oh sh#t!) almost took ur man
(oh sh#t!) a flirtation began
(oh sh#t!) hips don’t lie true romance
Shutup b#tch come get ur mans
Two n#gg#s wrapped round my hips (oh sh#t)
And both they wrists match my drip (i insist)
Two b#tches sl#ttin out lockin lips (kiss kiss)
And both they n#gg#s don’t trip (oh sh#t)
Two n#gg#s wrapped round my hips (oh sh#t)
And both they wrists match my drip (i insist)
Two b#tches sl#ttin out lockin lips (kiss kiss)
And both they n#gg#s don’t trip (oh sh#t)
Push. smash
Reach. trance
Strange hands. command
I do what the beat demands
Movin in sync, boy band
Movements divinely planned
Moves nasty should be banned
Oh sh#t i should get paid to dance
Oh sh#t! i should get paid to dance
Oh sh#t i should get paid to
I dip do the splits ride the ground toot my sh#t
Get back up i’m too lit get back down stay too lit
You see it, i’m that b#tch, extra, lickin my lips
I can’t stop, no veto, ride this beat, rodeo
Peep show. on go
Ya’ll should throw dough
Grind slow. scrub floor
I should go pro
Oh sh#t i might quit
Y’all should be throwin bands
Oh sh#t i might quit
I should get paid to dance
(oh sh#t!) i should get paid to dance
(oh sh#t!) but i don’t do it for the bands
(oh sh#t!) it’s like i’m made to dance
(oh sh#t!) i just run it up cos i can
(oh sh#t!) here goes ur man
(oh sh#t!) tired that n#gg# out like the xans
(oh sh#t!) now i can feel it in his pants
Shut up b#tch now that’s my man
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BABE Lyrics – Oh Shit