lirik lagu kay flock – shake it (cardi b remix)
[intro: akon & kay flock]
elias beatz
hey ladies, drop it down (grrah)
just wanna see you touch the ground (grrah, grrah~grrah)
don’t be shy girl, go bananza (grrah~grrah)
shake ya body like a belly dancer
hey ladies, drop it down (grrah)
just wanna see you touch the ground (grrah, grrah~grrah)
don’t be shy girl, go bananza (grrah~grrah)
shake ya body like a belly dancer
like, grrah
[verse 1: kay flock & akon]
oh, we tryna bend on the oppas
b~tch, i’m with 300 jets and some flockas
like, who hotter? top shottas
hoodie’d up, dread down like a rasta
i’m mr. hang~out~the~v
tryna flock ’em, pop ’em, drop ’em (that boy touch the ground)
and we don’t got the—, we gon’ hop ’em
bory hop out wit’ the—, tryna chop ’em
[verse 2: bory300]
grrah~grrah, boom
talk on brodie, we spin for a week
slide with kay, only spin four v’s (word to my mothеr)
got a lil’ thotty that holdin’ my beam
f~ck that lil’ boy who got left in that v (rah, rah)
slide with two chop’s, it’s likе thirty in each
i been fiendin’ and itchin’ to catch a yg
and if he bunny hop, he get left in the scene (grrah~grrah)
nesty a b~tch, n~gga begged on his knees (grrah)
[verse 3: dougie b]
b~tch it’s 300 doa
blow for the guys
i’m on go for the guys
smoking o with the guys
b~tch, i hang out the v with the pole, let it fly
they keep dissin’ like i ain’t get back, don’t know why
b~tch i’m gbg, word to your dead, word to mines
talk on nazzy, i bury you, must wanna die
talk on jayripk and ‘jects but what happened to—?
we don’t mention that boy who got turned into za
[verse 4: mula gzz]
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
i’m with the flockas, i bet she get naked
walk with the ‘migos and henny, no chasin’, like
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
i’m with the flockas, i bet she get naked
shorty, she buggin’, she want me to spank it, like
and they know who the f~ck the top oppas
slide through the ts with like 300 flockas
i told dougie and kay, “stay behind us”
bory gon’ empty it and handle the problem
and that n~gga a b~tch, he got shot up
gunna keep talking and can’t show a dollar
f~ck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (like, f~ck that)
f~ck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (graah~graah boom)
where he at? i’m tryna find him
smooch’ get the drop, i’ma get her to line ’em
throw up four, catch a shot to your knocker
shorty be buggin’, she want me to pop it
and that boy a b~tch, n~gga, stop it (like, what?)
when you get shot for that sh~t you be droppin’
rptk, know they don’t be on nothin’ (rptk)
catch a eight~o and throw eight at his m~ffin
like, don’t diss (don’t diss)
they know who went out like trip
that’s a headshot when rah rah got hit (rah rah)
how you still in the gang with no hit? (like)
ain’t did sh~t, like boy, i’m tellin’ you, quit
and lil [?]’ll tweak with the stick
that boy a demon, might run in your crib (grrah~grrah)
[verse 5: cardi b]
…
[outro: bory300]
grrah
grrah~grrah
grrah~grrah, boom
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu utiza – принципы (principles)
- lirik lagu elefánt zenekar – budapesti lányok
- lirik lagu bronnie – lost and found (acoustic)
- lirik lagu kalenrel – hell’s doubt
- lirik lagu tv·2 – dazu eisgekühltes coca-cola
- lirik lagu lesser care – validation
- lirik lagu taylor phelan – by your side
- lirik lagu marc lavoine – cœur d’occasion
- lirik lagu fem.love – твой парень лох (your boyfriend is a loser)
- lirik lagu prettii prettii – stress free