🎵 Shake It (Original Version) // by Kay Flock

35 ContributorsShake It (Original Version) Lyrics [Intro: Akon & Kay Flock] Elias Beatz Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah) Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah) Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah) Shake ya body like a belly dancer Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah) Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah) Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah) Shake ya body like a belly dancer (Like, grrah) [Verse 1: Kay Flock, Akon & Bory300] Oh, we tryna bend on the oppas Bitch, I'm with 300 'jects and some Flockas Like, who hotter? Top shottas Hoodie'd up, dread down like a Rasta I'm Mr. Hang-Out-The-V Tryna flock 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em (That boy— touch the ground) If we don't got the—, we gon' hop 'em Bory hop out wit' the—, tryna chop 'em (Grrah-grrah, boom) [Verse 2: Bory300 & Dougie B] Talk on brodie, we spin for a week Slide with Kay, only spin for V's (Word to my mothеr) Got a lil' thottie that holdin' my beam Fuck that lil' boy who got left in that V (Rah, Rah) Slidе with two chop's, it's like thirty in each I been fiendin' and itchin' to catch a YG And if he bunny hop, he get left in the scene (Grrah-grrah) Nesty a bitch, nigga begged on his knees (Grrah) [Verse 3: Dougie B] Bitch, it's 300, DOA, blow for the guys I'm on go for the guys, smoke a O with the guys Bitch, I hang out the V with the pole, let it fly They keep dissin' like I ain't get back, don't know why Bitch, I'm GBG, word to your dead, word to mines Talk on Nazzy and Berry, you must wanna die Talk on JayRipk and 'jects but what happened to—? We don't mention that boy who got turned into za' [Chorus: Bory300 & Dougie B] Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like [Verse 4: Mula Gzz] And they know who the fuck the top oppas Slide through the T's with like 300 Flockas I told Dougie and Kay, “Stay behind us” (Grrah-grrah) Bory gon' empty it and handle the problem (Grrah-grrah) And, that nigga a bitch, he got shot up (He got what?) Gunna keep talking and can't show a dollar (Like, what?) Fuck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (Like, fuck that) Fuck that, catch him and mix him with grabba (Grrah-grrah, boom) Where he at? I’m tryna find him Smooch' get the drop, I'ma get her to line 'em (Smoochie) Throw up four, catch a shot to your knocker Shorty be buggin', she want me to pop it And that boy a bitch, nigga, stop it (Like, what?) When you get shot for that shit you be droppin' RPTK, know they don’t be on nothin' (RPTK) Catch a eight-o and throw eight at his muffin Like, don’t diss (Don’t diss) They know who went out like Trip That’s a headshot when Rah-Rah got hit (Rah, Rah) How you still in the gang with no hit? (Like) Ain't did shit, like boy, I'm tellin' you, quit (Grrah-grrah) And Lil Cappa'll tweak with the stick (Grrah-grrah) That boy a demon, might run in your crib (Grrah-grrah) [Outro: Akon & Mula Gzz] Grrah-grrah Grrah-grrah, boom Hey ladies, drop it down Just wanna see you touch the ground Don't be shy girl, go Bananza Shake ya' body like a belly dancer