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[Dr. Ama:] D-R-A-M-A, came out tonight to play See who I can lay, my G on Team strong, all family, no peons Lock thighs with Miss Vibrant, and her neon Through the pass like Seon, see if honey catch this Then some lame niggas pulled up on some next shit Pardon me, mami, later on, spar with me Said she show love, watching her, enter the club Damn, didn't wanna have to, injure a thug Fronting cause they rolling on dubs, what the blood Those bad looks can turn into bad luck, nope Oh silly me, so what the fuck you eye drilling me Niggas be killing me, fake gangstas on some sweet shit Eat shit, ya'll deep dish got ya'll in deep shit Popping that weak shit, we get it popping on some heat shit Bitches you love and sleep with, be baking me dick Do our thing, while you niggas hang on Memphis Bleek dick Find us in the club, fifty deep on some street shit [Chorus: Dr. Ama] Them'a quiver, shook niggas shaking they boots Who deliver, real gangstas get loot, get loot Mami body quiver, like she dance for Luke Quiver, quiver, make ya body, shiver, shiver Quiver, quiver, make ya body, shiver, shiver SongtexteQuiver, quiver, make ya body, shiver, shiver [Dr. Ama:] Go on girl, you shake ass like you grown girl Quiver to your favorite song, girl, it's on Act up, make that thing back up, drop it High back up, make your backside erupt Insane the way you move your frame, untame Hot to death, set the whole terrain aflame Move, everybody want, shake, everybody want Dance, everybody want, party, everybody come It's loose up in here, fatties everywhere The way them buns shake, she stumped out under her gear Party's packed and ain't nobody playing the wall Even them thugs having a ball, it's just lodi My nigga Chris supply the bass and rhythm, Dr. Ama speak with wisdom Do we tear it down, ma (for shizzle) Keep the mami's poison hot like heat-anism This is type function, nobody fronting DJ got the bass pumping, tatas jumping It's getting hot in here, rip off your clothes Let them drinks flow, toss up the one double O's It ain't a really party less ya'll shake ya bodies Sipping something, steaming blueberry like Bob Marley When I say it's off the leash, my dogs barking When I say we come in peace, the log sparking All the honeys I see up in here, sparking Done up proper, where Brooklyn? Love to Big Poppa [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania