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LightSkinKeisha - "Shake It Off" OFFICIAL VERSION
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LightSkinKeisha
LightSkinKeisha
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taamiah Imani Tene Lagrone
Taamiah Imani Tene Lagrone
Songwriter
Brandon White
Brandon White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandin Blanco
Brandin Blanco
Producer

Lyrics

VVS, you can see the shit clearly Go blind, tryna whisper in my earpiece Maybach, lotta booty in the backseat Thick ass thighs, like she finner run a track meet Top down on a Bentley Broke nigga can't afford, gotter rent these Hundred bands, don't tempt me You ain't gotter have the ticket, you can miss me Big ass tittles, and they popping out my blouce Let him eat it, then I gotter kick him out Real savage here, yeah, you know what I'm about I just want the money, I ain't tryna be your spouse Shake it off Shake it off Throw some money on thе table, I'ma take it off Take it off Bitch, takе it off Sitting on him like he tryna break it off I am not a broke ho You be fucking niggas with no money, that's a no no Bitch, I'm hot like coco Gotter blow it for you sip it, treat this pussy like espresso Gather when I step, ho He gone lick it like a lizard, got a tongue like a gecko What's up with that neck though? Yeah, your diamonds shining, what's gone happen when I test those? You a rich bitch? Bitch, I might be Her nigga wanna FaceTime, tryna sight see I know these rapping ass bitches don't like me Fuck a punchline, bitch, you won't fight me VVS, you can see the shit clearly Go blind, tryna whisper in my earpiece Maybach, lotta booty in the backseat Thick ass thighs, like she finner run a track meet Top down on a Bentley Broke nigga can't afford, gotter rent these Hundred bands, don't tempt me You ain't gotter have the ticket, you can miss me Big ass tittles, and they popping out my blouce Let him eat it, then I gotter kick him out Real savage here, yeah, you know what I'm about I just want the money, I ain't tryna be your spouse Shake it off Shake it off Throw some money on the table, I'ma take it off Take it off Bitch, take it off Sitting on him like he tryna break it off Ain't fucking for no Nikes Got him camping outside, he a hype beast Got him licking on the top, like an icy Side piece and your wifey Designer on my body Ice up in my ring, like a bitch playing hockey I see what you got on, that won't get you through the lobby Praying for a thotty I'ma get to him, take a trip to him You won't get him back, if I put my lips to him And he like it when I talk that freaky shit to him Grinding on him like he in his mama living room VVS, you can see the shit clearly Go blind, tryna whisper in my earpiece Maybach, lotta booty in the backseat Thick ass thighs, like she finner run a track meet Top down on a Bentley Broke nigga can't afford, gotter rent these Hundred bands, don't tempt me You ain't gotter have the ticket, you can miss me Big ass tittles, and they popping out my blouce Let him eat it, then I gotter kick him out Real savage here, yeah, you know what I'm about I just want the money, I ain't tryna be your spouse Shake it off Shake it off Throw some money on the table, I'ma take it off Take it off Bitch, take it off Sitting on him like he tryna break it off
Writer(s): Brandon White, Taamiah Imani Tene Lagrone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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