Lyrics

Come on Come on Come on Ayy, yo, bitch, it's a raid (bitch, it's a what?) Steppin', stuntin', cuttin' bitches, katana blade Ooh, shit (ooh) Murder on the floor Pull up with the gang, choppa sang like a group, everybody hit the door Everybody hit the door Get down, get up That soft shit ain't enough (that soft shit ain't enough) Get down, get up (get up) That soft shit ain't enough (everybody get up) Get down, get up That soft shit ain't enough Yeah, them hoes might be tough But them hoes isn't us Dance Dance (come on, come on, come on) Everybody get up Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Everybody I'm a sensitive thug Step in the spot, everybody showing love (everybody showing love, yeah) Come on, like gettin' out the tub Feelin' Two Fresh when the beat hit the subs Tell 'em move up out the way Bad bitch boppin' any hate foogazy (shut up) Got a bad lil' crew, one black, one white, we call her Slim Shady (get, get, get, get) Back up, back up Throw it so hard he need back-up, back-up Boop-boop, body banging, shoutout momma Couldn't hang on, send him back where he from Recruit his lil' homie tell him, "Chin up, chin up" Barely 10:20, out of ten, she a dub Frame still sturdy, if she bend she get up Fine niggas off the wall, they gon' check up, check up Get down, get up That soft shit ain't enough (that soft shit ain't enough) Get down, get up That soft shit ain't enough (everybody get up) Get down, get up That soft shit ain't enough Yeah, them hoes might be tough But them hoes isn't us I'm a cold piece of work Sweatin' out the roots, see the stains in my shirt Dig down deep, we gon' get it out the dirt So damn pretty that it muhfuckin' hurt Kill a nigga slow, I'ma put him in a hearse Outfit, made a change, I ain't even bring a purse Revving up the engine in my lil' mini skirt Gotta itty bitty booty, it don't matter I'ma flirt Just watch Get down, get up (come on) That soft shit ain't enough Get down, get up (get up) That soft shit ain't enough (everybody get up) Get down, get up That soft shit ain't enough Yeah, them hoes might be tough But them hoes isn't us Dance (come on, come on, come on) Dance Everybody get up Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Everybody
Writer(s): Sherwyn Nicholls, Kendrick Nicholls, Matthew David Zara, Samara Cynclair Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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