〈Chorus〉
Yea stop playin
What you got pushed up in them pants
Damn
#ss fat that Judy hanging from that end
I heard it might be your birthday
Is you lit?
I think you my baby
Is you ain’t or is you really is?
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Baby baby baby
〈Verse〉
Big booty walk through the club
Ain’t no dime she a dub
f#ck it up with the sweat dripping down to her butt
Ain’t no thing charge it all to the game
She a thug cutting up and she never needed love
Middle finger and you pop that sh#t
Dust that hater off milly rock that sh#t
Ay
Pop when you lock that sh#t
Pick it back up when you drop that sh#t
Ay
Sweet as some candy she deep as Titanic
Stay wet as Atlantic and I’ll be Atlantis
She back it up on me I’m swimming
Drip got damn and now I’m all up in my feelings
Yea
She a hot girl never be played for a joke
What ya name is ho?
Girl I want all the smokе
〈Chorus〉
Stop playin
What you got pushed up in them pants
Damn
#ss fat that Judy hanging from that end
I hеard it might be your birthday
Is you lit?
I think you my baby
Is you ain’t or is you really is?
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Baby baby baby
〈Verse〉
Lean over lunge you can work it out
Stick out with your tongue baby poke it out
Arch your lil hip baby do your lil stance
More curves on her body than a Mickey Mouse head
Booty banging like a Rover I’m a bring my #ss closer
If you hit the Buss It I’ll be your lover
Booty cheek flexing she dropping it low
When she work she athletic she touchin her toes
She look like she spending them hundreds and fifties
Don’t f#ck around she’ll give you the business
That’s how you feel tell them how you living
Telfar the bag and Cartier lenses
Hittin the abs
The beat too fast
She said she can’t do it no more
Uh uh uh
Girl stop playin arch that back and work that booty real slow
〈Chorus〉
Stop playin
What you got pushed up in them pants
Damn
#ss fat that Judy hanging from that end
I heard it might be your birthday
Is you lit?
I think you my baby
Is you ain’t or is you really is?
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Baby baby baby
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