Gyrate x2 (Radio Edit) ft. AntDawg, 1TakeQuan & Dezzie Gee Lyrics

Aye aye aye

Yeah you

I'm talking to you

Bring your a** over here

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Make that thang shake

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Go get ratchet

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Take it to the bank

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Call me pappy

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I said ouu ahh

How you do that there

Sit thang up right

Like you using a chair

And I ain't scared

Baby girl

I'm bout it bout it

The way I got my wrist up

It's on autopilot

Now me and you

Is like ying and yang

Better shake that a**

For this price of fame

It ain't cheap

I gotta cook a meal every week

If it wasn't for me b****

You wouldn't even eat

You gotta step, hop, move, shake

If you want that guala

Best believe you gotta peep this

Cause I'm top dollar

Baby want a baller

She don't wanna f*** with you

Because you don't own s***

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Make that thang shake

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Go get ratchet

Gyrate gyrate

Take it to the bank

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Call me pappy

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Groove bounce

Wap shake

Must be your birthday

You got all the cake

Ain't f******* with no

No name, know

you've heard of me

Lick lick you all over

Make that thang do swirls

Like you supposed to

F****** in the laundry matt

Ima fold ya

I only came for the dough

B**** I'm homer

Don't say ask why I'm always

Saying b****

B**** I'm vulgar

Rumble in the jungle

Ima heavyweight

Boo bop boo bop

Then you meditate

Hit it from the back

F****** up your lacefront

Really bout that action

Baby I hate stunts

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Make that thang shake

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Go get ratchet

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Take it to the bank

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Call me pappy

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I ain't a playa

But I crush a lot

But you might see like

Four or five of my b******

When you hit the spot

I don't care if I'm getting caught

If I throw her like five something

She gone drop it like it's hot

I just wanna see you gyrate

Right left, left right

I just love it when it vibrate

Your friend driving

And you twerking on the highway

You don't give a f***

Because it's Friday

Ouu yeah go crazy

You just want that new Mercedes

Take you shopping

That's a maybe

Small potatoes

It's all gravy

Gyrate gyrate

Make that thang shake

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Go get ratchet

Gyrate gyrate

Take it to the bank

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Call me pappy

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