Testo rock your hips - 310babii feat. OHGEESY & BlueBucksClan
Testo della canzone rock your hips (310babii feat. OHGEESY & BlueBucksClan), tratta dall'album pink whitney
Like, huh? Rock your hips
Come on, like what? (GotDamnitDupri)
Rock your hips, I'm havin' cash, I can take your - (like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly s- (huh?)
She in love (like what?), and she stuck (stuck)
She addicted ('dicted), like drugs (like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? -, I'm the one (huh?)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done
I been workin' hard, OT
When you got goals to get rich, you don't get no sleep (no sleep)
These - actin' like Rodrick, they don't touch no cheese (- broke)
That - in love with suckin' -, that - got strong knees
So turnt up (yop), the bag just touched down, I'm countin' cash, -, I'm up (what?)
I'm nothin' like your -, in real life, I'm havin' bucks (havin')
Your -, she not a flex, we done - the same -
Tryna see if I'm really tough, or I got here off luck
Mhm, we gon' see, mm-mm, that - weak
I thought this was your freak, why she in my homie sheets?
I'm lookin' good, and I'm fly, expensive sneaks for the feet
Wait, GotDamnitDupri, why you - with the beat?
Rock your hips, I'm havin' cash, I can take your - (like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly s- (huh?)
She in love (like what?), and she stuck (stuck)
She addicted ('dicted), like drugs (like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? -, I'm the one ('cause I'm the one)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done
Rock your hips, shake that - like an earthquake
-shakin' competition, who gon' come in first place?
She gon' cut it up, -, I need first aid
I ain't even get her s- on her birthday
I like rich- -, you got poor taste
That - 'cary, he be nervous on his court date
- scared to squabble up in that core tank
They gon' make him roll it up on his first day
Scared-- --- - got four fades
I keep three bad - havin' four-ways
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, I got four chains
Thousand-eight grams in a brick of that -
Put an opp in the air, Soul Plane then I - his baby mama, cold game
She been plottin' on me 'cause you so lame
Make a - get in line like Soul Train
Rock your hips, I'm havin' cash, I can take your - (like baow)
Beat it up, mhm, like this (like what?)
Put it on, fresh 'fit, fly s- (huh?)
She in love (like what?), and she stuck (stuck)
She addicted ('dicted), like drugs (like drugs)
Why would I worry 'bout the two? -, I'm the one ('cause I'm the one)
She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done
Shake that s- (that s-), said she never been - like this (- like this)
Give a - if we just met, you my - (you my -)
This - lyin' on his hood, he a - (he a -)
All the Wockiana gone, I'm pourin' Tris (pourin' Tris)
I be hittin' from the back, I like grippin' on her hips
Only - with South Central - that get tip
I'm the type of - leave if that - got a stench
When they book me, know that 50-ball a minimum
When she text me, all her ink be invisible
Told her we could shoot a movie, make a cinema
Big -, but I f- her like an animal (like baow)
Rock your hips, I ain't never had no top like this (like baow)
Don't consider him an opp, he a -
I'll still'll - a normal -ch, I'm in the mix (baow)
Rock your hips, r-r-r-rock your hips
Rock your hips, r-r-r-rock your hips
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Writer(s): Regis Dupri Bell, Alejandro Carranza, Norman Lewis, Kameron Joshua Milner, Jaylar Jr. Abrams
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