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Lyrics: [Mr. Collipark] Yeah! Collipark in the house! We got Bun B, Ying Yang Twins Collipark drop them beats that'll rock your world (that's right) We got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so Git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git it girl [Chorus] Git it, git it (git it girl) Git it, git it, git it girl Git it, git it (git it girl) Git it, git it, git it girl Git, git, git, git, git, git, git it girl Git, git, git, git, git, git, git it girl Git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git, git (Show them hoes whatchu workin wit) [Ying Yang Twins - Verse 1] Baby gotta eat, you betta get right Magic City Monday, that's the crunk night The Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin' Sight for sore eyes, these hoes be deliverin' p**** poppin and shakin', brangin' home the bacon These hoes is for the takin', no clothes that mean they naked What the hell you waitin' on, your ass betta git it There's girls in the clubs, ya betta come on wit it Drop it, pop it, shake it, roll it, whoa bi*** got a nigga d*** sittin on swoll Losin control off the liquor Damn I like the way she put that thang on a nigga She playin with my mind, see the bi*** is fine I can't make her mine, but I can drop her down You want her to dance, this yo chance Naked in the club with his prince showin in his pants [Chorus] [Bun B - Verse 2] Damn, look at that face, look at those eyes Look at them hips, look at them thighs Got that Apple Bottom, Baby Phat top Baby girl, you a bad mutha- (boy stop) Girl, I ain't trippin' and I ain't hatin' But I been watchin and I been waitin' Like the way that you shake that thang Lookin like you finna break that thang You need to let me take that thang with me back to the pad Cuz when I put it on ya, betcha won't be mad You know I go hard and I go deep And it's all night long, we don't need no sleep I'll have ya doin thangs that your last man couldn't Lick the lollipop while I play with the puddin' Yeah, you said you wouldn't I knew you would Don't be scared, it's all good Go on, git it [Chorus] [Ying Yang Twins - Verse 3] Drop it down low, hoe shake that sh** Lift up for a nigga, get loose wit it bi*** Go down, if ya really want some Get ya ass on the floor and get crunk Money comes and goes, so its best ya get ya ass on the floor Start poppin that p****, then gettin it low I got 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 dolla bills So yo ass can get crunk, show me all yo skills Keep it real, even though I know you a lady You still in the booty club, naked, shakin Hoe back seat door, show me whatcha got Janga, janga, janga, janga, janga, janga, for a hot bill bi*** get crunk, let me see ya hit a split Bounce ya ass up and down like ya ridin on a d*** I came to the club to put some money in ya world So git it, git it, git it, git it, git it, git it girl [Chorus] [Ying Yang Twins] Git it girl Git it girl Git it Git it Git it girl Git it Git it Git it girl Git it Git it Git it girl Git it Git it Show them hoes whatchu workin wit More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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