LUDACRIS - Shake And Fries ft. Gucci Mane lyrics

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[Gucci mane]

Hey how you doin’, Ms. Lady? You so fine with it

I know you handlin’ business, can I get your 5 minutes?

Don’t be offended by me telling you you thick with it

Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?

Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?

Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?

Don’t be offended when I tell you that you’re very pretty

Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?

‘s Gucci

[Ludacris - Verse 1]

That waist got a swivel to it

But that ass a Cali earthquake jiggle to it

She a stallion, no horseshit

You could fit that bitch’s booty on a forklift

Beep! Beep! Bitch back it up

I put my balls on the table, tell her rack ‘em up

Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate laid one way

Sprinkle my nuts on top — what a sundae, hey

Whipped cream cherry on top

And when I ain’t wit’ her, p-ssy on lock

Throw away the key, it’s a rap bitch!

Large shake and a Ludacris sandwich

[Hook]

[Gucci Mane]

Yo, mama turned out, she so popular

You suckers can’t see her with binoculars

She’ll suck your pocket dry like Dracula

Her last boyfriend bought her an Acura

Don’t try to get all attached to her

She an alley-cat type — that chick’ll scratch you up

Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, “She’s dangerous”

Her old man used to snort angel dust

So, don’t be quick to judge, shorty bad as f-ck

She’s the type that drive back with the bricks for bucks

She had a ballplayer dude but she f-cked him up

He bankrupt, selling cars like an auctioner

It’s Gucci

[Hook]

[Ludacris]

I’ve got a sausage for them hot cakes

And I be f-ckin’ while you niggas out on hot dates

You all polite and open doors for her

While every night I put that blanket on the floor for her

These hoes be sprintin’ like it’s track ‘n’ field

Because this supersize dick is their Happy Meal

So for an extra value woody

Put this Big Mac into that Quarter-Pound p-ssy, yes!

It’s Ludacris “Mr. Slay-A-Bitch”

Unless that p-ssy is smelling like a Filet-O-Fish

Shoo Fly, ho! Kick the bucket

And niggas talking shit I bust ‘em in their chicken nugget

[Hook]