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Bring it, bring it back Bring it, bring it, bring it back Bring it, bring it back Bring it, bring it, bring it back The following is not a test Dj Traerlo atras, traerlo atras Traerlo atras The following is not a test Dj I see the way you move and I picture you nude Baby, keep moving your thing, baby keep moving your thing I wanna take you to the boom boom room So we can do it like boom boom boom Pleasure, yes, God bless, I love my women, make it triple S Let me show you how we do it 'round here And the women, they don't fake it, they get naked down here It's the bottom, no draws, no bras, it's the bottom where they holler take it off It's the bottom, where we turn out, darling Sip a pound of liquor to the bottom, we got it Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, I like to Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, we like to Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, they like to Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it, Dj Dj, Dj, Dj Letras de canciones Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real Freeway got the hood on smash Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age Post up, fans suffer circle the block Call the cops, it's the Roc in your area Post up, distribute to the block Freeway move the rocks in your area Yeah pop tried to shut me down Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up What? My glock carry heavy rounds Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck What? You better ring the alarm Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys Her ass look good in a thong And she want me to sneak in the building like trolls and a toy Best believe there's Trojans involved Hats lift over the boy, oh boy We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass Is all it takes to make the place Get wild, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake Is all it takes to make her skate Flipside, crack house and a little bit of bass Is all it takes to make the block Get wild, park keys and a little bit of cheese Is all it takes to make her leave Can a drummer kiss her Yeah, the rhythm, the ripple, without pause, I lower the level The hard drummer, you ain't never been a man You ain't stalling, you know it's coming D, the enemy, telling you to hear it It plays the music, it's time to play the lyrics Some say no to the 'of the show Come watch the sound I made a year ago I guess you know it's just a record though Not a sabbatical, just to make it critical The only part of your body ' the rebel in you 3, 6, 9 - damn she fine Hoping she can sock it to me one more time Get low, get low, get low get low! To the window, to the wall! Till the sweat drop down my balls Till all these bitches crawl Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down Shorty crunk, so fresh, so clean Can she fuck? That question been harassing me In the mind, this bitch is fine I done came to the club about 50 11 times Now can I play with your panty line? The club owner said I need to calm down Security guard go to sweating me now Nigga drunker than a motherfucker, threaten me now She getting crunk in the club, I mean she work it And I like to see the females twerking Taking the clothes off, buckey naked ATL hoe, don't disrespect it P-pop your pussy like this 'Cause Yin Yang Twins in this B-I-itch Lil Jon and the East Side Boys with me And we all like to see ass and titties Now bring your ass over here, hoe And let me see you get low if you want this thug Now take it to the floor and if your ass want to act You can keep your ass where you're at 3, 6, 9 - damn she fine Hoping she can sock it to me one more time Get low, get low, get low get low! To the window, to the wall! Till the sweat drop down my balls Till all these bitches crawl Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down Till all skeet skeet motherfuckers, all skeet skeet got down You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen Every time your name was brought up I would act all nonchalant in front of an audience Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on But uh, truth be told you threw me for a loop, this Hov I'm too old to be frontin' what I'm feeling Denzelin', acting like you ain't appealing when you are Stuntin' like you ain't my only girl, when you are (I was just fronting) I'm ready to stop when you are Come on Eileen You know I want you, baby From Letras Mania