DR. AMA

DR. AMA - Quiver lyrics

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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

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

Quiver, quiver, make ya body, shiver, shiver

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

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