SHAKE IT by Kay Flock Lyrics
[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
Bitch, 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
Fuck 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 bitch, nigga begged on his knees (Grrah)
[Verse 3: Dougie B]
Bitch it's 300 DOA
Blow for the guys
I'm on go for the guys
Smoking O with the guys
Bitch, I hang out the V with the pole, let it fly
They keep dissin' like I ain't get back, don't know why
Bitch 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 fuck 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 nigga a bitch, he got shot up
Gunna keep talking and can't show a dollar
Fuck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (Like, fuck that)
Fuck 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 bitch, nigga, stop it (Like, what?)
When you get shot for that shit you be droppin'
RPTK, know they don’t be on nothin’ (RPTK)
Catch a eight-o and throw eight at his muffin
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 shit, 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)
[Outro: Bory300]
Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
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
Bitch, 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
Fuck 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 bitch, nigga begged on his knees (Grrah)
[Verse 3: Dougie B]
Bitch it's 300 DOA
Blow for the guys
I'm on go for the guys
Smoking O with the guys
Bitch, I hang out the V with the pole, let it fly
They keep dissin' like I ain't get back, don't know why
Bitch 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 fuck 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 nigga a bitch, he got shot up
Gunna keep talking and can't show a dollar
Fuck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (Like, fuck that)
Fuck 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 bitch, nigga, stop it (Like, what?)
When you get shot for that shit you be droppin'
RPTK, know they don’t be on nothin’ (RPTK)
Catch a eight-o and throw eight at his muffin
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 shit, 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)
[Outro: Bory300]
Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom