try2hardzim - shake dat a$$ Lyrics

Don't talk to me about the bag go get the bread first
Roll up the tag on the white tee, now it's a red shirt
Damn, I think I'm finna gag I took like 10 percs,
Do not call me on no phone 'cause the feds lurk
Hella bread unknown brother like Harry Truman
Hangin' with a bitch from the islands and she ain't Cuban
Used to smoke black and f*ckin' milds Now it's straight Cuban
The government kidnapped me cause I ain't human
I need presidents, not pussy, I don't like you hoes
I got 300 f*ckin' problems, I don't need no more
I'm with E and lucid in the Lexus, hit the liquor store
Keep the f*ckin' stick, it won't never come to blows
You don't smoke like us, we don't smoke no f*ckin' lows
And I bring the drills out like I work at f*ckin' Lowe's
Just got in the Civic, but I'm tryin' to get the rolls
When you gettin' paper, they be tryin' to make you fold
Big G
OD, you gotta pray to it
Inject cash in my account so it remain fluid
Lit up 20 blunts at once, put my face to it
You could call it karma if you gotta put a name to it
If you gotta put a name to it
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me
I ain't got no brakes, Ight f*ck it finna crash homie
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me
How you a grown ass man sleepin' on your dad's couch
If your lady seen me on the street, she would've fanned out
Will Smith a mood, I should've slapped you in your damn mouth
Matter of fact, keep my name out your f*ckin' mouth
Don't let nobody hit the blunt, it is not sterile
When we shoot a man, it's like damn crabs in a barrel
If I point a gun at you, please do not grab the barrel
Drop speed, Talladega nights, I'm like Will Ferrell
I'm in the crib f*cked up, eatin' Raisin Bran
Ex-bitch was crazy as hell, I couldn't save her man
How you get fronted three onions, couldn't make a band
Sold so much f*ckin' dope, they thought I got three hands
I might sign up to be a cop, I'm finna taze her man
Eyes red as hell, I be lookin' like I'm Lazer Man
My bad for talkin' bout money you wouldn't understand
Only thing that keep you alive, who got the quickest hand
Got a Glock 19x, I had to get it tanned
Yo bank account a f*ckin' box filled with a couple grand
Stopped buyin' switches, I don't like money switchin' hands
We just grew apart, it's okay, we got different plans
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me
I ain't got no brakes, Ight f*ck it finna crash homie
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me
Shake, shake, shake that ass on me