Lyrics

T-Pain – Make That Sh*t Work (Audio) ft. Juicy J Lyrics

(Verse 1 – T-Pain)
I lay the hammer down
I’ma build a whole house on that ass, I swear
Tell her its hammer time
Cause I’m from Tallahassee and you know we get nasty out here
Now when we swerving in the Llac, you know we making it chirp
You almost made me spill this jack up on this ten dollar shirt
Shawty, tell me when you and your friend get out of work
Cause all these other bi**hes just pretending to twerk
I’ma about to unload on a bi**h
Baby let me see you get low a lil bit
Dutty wine, dutty wine, keep rolling on the hips
Too fast, too fast Take it slow on the d**k

(Pre Chorus – T-Pain)
Now when I walk up in this bi**h you know I’m making it work
How you fit all of that cake in that skirt?
Put a whipping on that ass like I’m making dessert
Water guns, I be making it squirt, so holla at me bi**h

(Chorus – Juicy J & T-Pain)
Walk up in this bi**h, you better make that s**t work
I’m throwing hundreds in your face, you better make that s**t work
And when you hop up on a d**k, you better make that s**t work
Make, make that s**t work, make, make that s**t work
Hop up on a d**k, you better make that s**t work
Make, make that s**t work, make, make that s**t work
Hop up on a d**k, you better make that s**t work
I’m throwing hundreds in your face, you better make that s**t work

(Verse 2 – T-Pain)
Her booty unbelievably
Trying to describe it but my crew just don’t believe me
And if she ain’t working for the premium
I’ma stuck it on the side like a motherf**king TV
I’ma beast, I do this s**t in reality ni**a
If she f**k with me she f**k with bestiality ni**a
I got her working, got her working, losing calories ni**a
She don’t f**k with you cause she knows that your swag ain’t official
Hundred dollars at a time
Drop that pu**y on a dime
Make it clap to the baseline
Boom bap wind chime, I ain’t lying

(Repeat Pre Chorus & Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Juicy J)
God damn shawty where you get that ass at?
Make a ni**a hit it twice had to backtrack
Hit it three times, she in love with it
Shawty hike that ass up, let me come get it
You know I’ma aim, I’m aimin to please
Lame ass ni**a’s can’t hang with a G
Ass and them titties what your boy came to see
The club ain’t got enough change for me
And you know I’m gone off a pill not that Tylenol
If the bi**h ain’t eating d**k she might as well starve
Shoot movies in the bed, she gon play her part
Cause when it come to giving brain she gon play it smart
We throwing George Washington’s, them fives and them tens
Twenties, fifties, color money Benjamins
Throw that bread tell her momma she gon be your best friend
But that bi**h ain’t in love she just trying to get them M’s

(Repeat Chorus)

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