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(First of all If you ain't got no drink in your hand You ain't got no shot in your hand and no money in your pocket Get the hell outta here!) (Uh uh, hey hey hey hey) Hey lil' mama I see you mama All on the floor Doin' you mama Got the dance down Do it like a pro Handle that patron But you want a lil' mo' The way you dancin on your girlfriend off in here Got me wonderin' if you got a man off in here The way you turn around and make a drop off in here Make a playa' want to get his rocks off in here (Hold up) Wait a damn minute Bend it over now lemme put Kells in it Shots at the bar, got my head so spinnin'(Whoa whoa whoa spinnin') Lookin' at you dance, like what I see X at the club, roll with me Put up to the cribs[? ], hotel suite. I'm a tell you what shawty do fo me. SongtexteShe makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) Shawtyyy (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, I cannot lie Look up fella' she's a cutie pie Hollas in the club and I'll tell you why Hips, ass, waist, thighs She make me wanna holla, oohwee Throw my hands like a smack, oohwee I can see a little crack, oohwee Shawty rockin' em Marciano jeans And her man that toot is he But he don't really wanna f*ck with me Lil' boy know your history Shatown better ask, I'm a G And that's why she keep checkin' fo me She keep callin' on me She keep creepin' with me Shawty know she messin' with great and ladies thought you don't hate cause she She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) She makes it bobble, bobble (she makes it bobble) Aus Songtexte Mania