Intro
Back by popular demand
To shock the mother land
1st Verse
Push it out girl arch your back
Those 7 jeans is fitting like bubble rap
Plus they are low on your hips
You dear let me grab
That thing you do keeps me brick
50 told you about the magic stick
Come on lean on me
Im in love with this scenery
Pok it out
Pond the river pond the bank stroke it out
Sweat for your man
Both hands on your hips for your man
Me and the boys are your biggest fan
Every time we see you we be like dame
Work it girl Move something hurt me girl
Chorus
Move something come on
Come on come on move something
Come on come on move something
Come on prove something
Come on come on move something
Come on come on move something
Come on come on move something
Come on prove something
Such a pimply ora
Way, way hotter than I was beforea
See wants to sit court side next to balers
Were the papers longer and cats are taller
Im off on my own
Do the math mommy Ls on the thrown
Now take it to the floor
Do a split if you really Hardcore
Man listen here I am hot today
Not concern with last year
I see your little shorty ride shotgun
But I left stop lights with a hot one
Made her hop out over something
Jump in my joint and move something
I laugh at yall
Don't worry about the check already cashed it yall
Chorus
Pull it to the side
Its good for daddy cause its time to ride
Make it sweat till it slide
Do your thing it's justified
Tease me a little
It's my turn to take it to the middle
Let me palm that thing
You got the bomb I will disarm that thing
Turn it around I want that thing
You had the know the way you flaunt that thing
Your bodies jumping
Ant no fronting when your proving something
Make eye contact with me
Now bring that thing back to me
You do your thing so naturally
I think I'm in love actually
Chorus
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Joe Johnson
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