Correction Paroles Grab That! par Lil Nas X

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Uh, I ain't made one for the ladies yet
This one for y'all
Uh, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ayo, throw that a** back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the sh*t, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat
Uh, ayo, throw that a** back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the sh*t, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat

Uh, ayo, I guess tonight she going in
Throwin' and she rollin' and she hoein' wit her friends
Slowin' with the motion, gotta hit em with the spins
She ain't showin no emotions, no, she got some thick skin
So I asked her if she ever f**ked a rap n***a
Said she did, but they really couldn't rap n***a
Said she was a shooter, so you know she like to clap n***as
Said, "Nas, do you wanna see it clap, n***a?"
Yeah, she a meanie
Her body poppin' like genie
She molly poppin', get steamy
She probably got me, she dreamy
She twerking that f**kin' thang
Her pu**y poppin', she creamy
She working up at the flame
She clocking in when she leave me
She building up and she stackin'
Packin' and never lackin'
A** fillin' up, it's clapping
Throw backwards like it's pig latin
From trenches like she be trappin'
Full of herself, no cappin'
No snitchin', she never yappin'
Hit b*t*hes, she steady slappin', uh!
Ayo, throw that a** back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the sh*t, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat
Uh, ayo, throw that a** back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the sh*t, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my Woodie, that's a fat cat

Uh, yeah, yeah
Why? 'Cause you beautiful, girl!
Uh, alright
I need everybody to the dance floor
Yeah, you too, you over there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you a CNA, a teacher
Twerk that a** all on the bleachers
Cashier or a nurse
Pop that pu**y, then disperse
If you a stripper or a maid
Make it clap like a parade
Even if you unemployed
Twerk that a**, f**k what they say
CEO? Gotta degree?
Pop that pu**y like Nicki
Even if you a social worker
Man, I know that you a twerker
Retail clerkers?
Them b*t*hes flippin' burgers?
Oh my god, you killin' sh*t
Issa f**kin murder
This one for da' Rihannas
Them b*t*hes from Weezyana
Them b*t*hes who name is
Quisha, Biancas, and them Briannas
And even in the cabanas
And if you listen to Gunna
Them wifeys and babymamas
Them b*t*hes whippin' a hummer
Oh, hummers all in the summer
Show that a** like plumber
Shake it fast like a Runner
B*t*h, do that sh*t for Obama
Hop on it, cause some drama
Drop it in yo pajamas
Pop it in the Bahamas
You got that sh*t from yo mama
Uh

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