Bouncing my booty

♪ Like Charlie Peele ♪

♪ The rich girl, the old girl ♪

♪ We the same swag ♪

♪ You get laundry ♪

♪ You bring gold ♪

♪ We're all collect ♪

♪ Act up, moment of truth ♪

♪ With word in the booth ♪

♪ We stack, sweep, and spread love like a truce ♪

♪ Tellin' you geez ♪

♪ With the one thing silent in the booth ♪

♪ We set your fire ♪

♪ The tune with the party is just winter ♪

♪ We don't need no water ♪

♪ Let the motherfucker burn ♪

♪ And if they find you with somebody who's there ♪

♪ Put their hands in the air ♪

♪ Bring it in the new year ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, come on ♪

♪ We got single riches as we shine ♪

♪ Ain't nobody checking out the line ♪

♪ Can't you wait for days before we're blind ♪

♪ We make some beats on Wednesday nights ♪

♪ I know my laundry ♪

♪ My sandwich is warm ♪

♪ So let me feed you to the door ♪

♪ While my baby's in the combin' room ♪

♪ I'll be right in the closet ♪

♪ Oh, and I know ♪

♪ The only one is the birthday ♪

♪ No reason to celebrate ♪

♪ 'Cause we got the money ♪

♪ And we got the birthday ♪

♪ We dance the night away ♪

♪ Now you know the way ♪

♪ That's what I'm talkin' 'bout ♪

♪ I need somebody to talk to ♪

♪ Before the party starts ♪

♪ Step into the crib with me tonight ♪

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