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Twenty dollars in your pocket Hopin' nobody clocks it Oh, oh You might be broke, but your spirit ain't Pants a little torn, but your heart ain't Ooh, oh Don't let these fools freeze you up It's you, it's you, it's you we want Ayy, yeah The floor is yours You the kettle, go ahead and pour Oh-oh, oh-oh Baby, do you Can't nobody fuck with you Ain't nobody fuckin' with you Ooh-ooh Baby, do you Can't nobody fuck with you Ain't nobody fuckin' with you Ooh, ooh-ooh If you need to shake them ghosts off Love it if you take that coat off Oh, woah-woah, oh Letras de cancionesShoulders broader than the daylight Goddamn, this is your night Oh, oh-ooh Baby, do you Can't nobody fuck with you Ain't nobody fuckin' with you Ooh-ooh Baby, do you Can't nobody fuck with you Ain't nobody fuckin' with you Ooh, ooh-ooh See a lot of salt in this motherfucker But I don't see nobody sweatin' I don't see nobody lettin' loose like the preacher's kid do Baby, I am not nobody's reverend Put you in the right direction Acupuncture, give your body pointers Holdin' up the walls, won't beat us, baby, join us In a eight-count, you could be anointed, let these vibes connect us Look outside and say it's not infectious Give a fuck 'bout a hawk eye Shorty got the bounce when she walk by Forty-seven faces with mean mug, I'm in this bitch cross-eyed Started early, they done call all sides Won't you bust a move? Quit fumblin' 'round Chris Jericho if your walls come tumblin' down Want that raw Don't bring cold feet, shorty, I want that thawed Got two left feet, a nigga'll come back crawlin' Got everybody in your pocket I'm hopin' that you clocked it Oh, woah, woah You're not broke if your spirit ain't Pants might be torn, but your heart ain't Ain't, ain't From Letras Mania