Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nnena
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Oller
Composer
Harry Belafonte
Composer
Nnena Adigwe
Composer
Ralph de Leon
Composer
Steve Samuel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Hamelin
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
[Verse 2]
Bring in the beat, bitch
You a bad bitch, get on your feet sis
Boogie down, don't stop
Did the beat miss
Come shake that ass, one time
Like the fresh baked cookies, hungry **** in line
Like ooh, ooh, she got 'em droopin'
Like she got good deeds, how she doin'?
Can she do it on the D, how she movin'
Like the huss in a picture in a movie
[Verse 3]
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
[Verse 4]
You wish she could get a piece, plus fries
You the shake, you the nilla, tryin' to supersize
Jiggy, jiggy, heavy, heavy
Baby, dooby, woppy
**** glocking at me
Like hop in the line
Rock your body, don't stop
Okay, yeah, we see you
That little dress, ooh, yeah, it's see-through
Eye be poking out like, ooh, we see you
[Verse 5]
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
[Verse 6]
How you talk about the vibes and your name's kill joy
Fuck bitches, get money
That's the weak's decoy
Get played by one, now we are hoes
At that point, let's fuck it
We'll make you grow
Bitch, I'm attracted to bad shit, that's a habit
Big dick, full beard, the only way to back it
Way I talk my shit go on the thrash
It's not a one time hit, you silly rabbit
[Verse 7]
'Cause I, 'cause I like my nasty tools
Doubles make me comfortable
Plus a little fool, act the fuck and you
I'm starving, get the fuck out
Pam Hall Martin, turn with your cousins in the fam
When they were supposed to be the lookout
Yes, we the fam, I got invited to your cookout
Well I'ma stir shit at his house
[Verse 8]
Will say too much, but he the one with the big mouth
'Cause he still on bitch, your pussy bazooka
He call me big juicy, he fake when he used it
He beat my shit blue end
See it, the whole worlds beat in
You's a hoe bitch, don't act like you know
Boy, it me because you don't
Ooh, you can't be dumb and broke
Hope you know, baby
[Verse 9]
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Mm, your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
We can work it out
You a vibe, I like your style
Your body calling out
Fuck that talk, come to my house
Written by: Gabriel Oller, Harry Belafonte, Nnena Adigwe, Ralph de Leon, Steve Samuel
