T-Pain - Make That Sht Work lyrics

rate me

I lay that hammer down, I’mma deal that whole house and then I have it

I swear

Tell ‘em it summer time

Cuz I’m from taller achin’ and you know we’ll get nasty

That’s where we sworvin’ and will be like we know we makin’ the jurke

Yeah almost all nigga get on this ten dollar shirt

Showty, tell me when and where your friend got on work

Cuz all these other bitches just pretending to twork

I’mma about to get low on a bitch

Baby let me see you get low a lil bit

31, 31 get roll with the wips

Too fast, too fast

Take it slow a lil bit

(Pre Hook)

I ain’t lie, I’ll make that shit work

How you get all that cake in that skirt

Put it wip it on that ass, like I make it sworp

Ooh my God I’ve been makin’ the squar

(Hook)

Walk up with this bitch you better make that shit work

I throw a hunnit throw your face, you better make that shit work

And we will have it and then kick it

Better make that shit work

Make, make that shit work x 2

I’mma put the dick, you better make that shit work

Make, make that shit work x 2

I’mma put the dick, you better make that shit work

I throw a hunnit throw your face, you better make that shit work

(Verse)

My booty won’t believe me

Try to discover but my cougies don’t believe me

And if she ain’t work it for the preview, I’mma stuck it on a side

Like a mutherfucker TV

I’mma beat it and do this shit on reality and there it go

If she come with me, she fuck with me on real and they go

I gotta work, ain’t gotta work

Losin’ colors nigga

She don’t fuck with you cuz she know that your swag ain’t enough

Hundred dollars at the time

Drop that pussy on a diam

Make it trap to the base line

I ain’t lie, when I come up with that bitch

You know I’ll make that shit work

(Pre Hook) + (Hook)

(Verse)

Got damn showty where you get that ass now?

Make a nigga hit it twice had to bag trash

Hit it 3 times, she a low with it

Showty hipe that ass slow, let me come get it

You know I’mma aim, I’mma in to please

Laim ass niggas, can’t hang with the G.

Ass in them tiddies, what your boy came to see?

The club ain’t got enough change for a mil

And you know I’m gone, off and pill all for that tellin’ on

Hit the bitch, ain’t need, she might as well start

Shut movies in the bad, she gonna play a ball

Cuz when they come they even pray

She gonna play as far

We doin’ Jorge Washington, the vibes and then tens, twenties, fifties

Caught the money Benjamin’s

Throw that bread to that mama

She gonna be best friends

But that bitch ain’t in love

She just try to get the inns

(Hook)