BRISS - Twang lyrics

[Intro] What is it that you tryna hide.. Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin.. The way workin 'em be hurtin 'em.. You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl [B. Stille] No I am not your, average, country boy I'm a savage, don't ask if I want some more Let you have it, there you go, girl I will grab it Slap it, flip you, rub it down [Big V] See you - make me want it in ways I ain't supposed to say Wanna kiss you, in places I shouldn't put my face See you got my attention for real, in a major way Ain't no need to stop it girl, go on, keep boppin girl [Chorus - Nappy Roots] What is it that you tryin to hide off in them pockets girl? Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin in them pockets girl The way you workin 'em be hurtin 'em just stop it girl You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) [Skinny Deville] Yo, caught up in the zone b**h, what you call drunk? Damn this mothaf**er here done got crunk Strip down, jam pack what you call skunk It's all up in the atmosphere, pa** that blunt Bar tender trippin off what the country boy say Let me get another shot of Grand Marnier And a double shot of Jack the fact Where the hell is buffalo at with half the sack Look at all these broads with a**es fat Knowin Goddern well what she dressin at And when they play the right track where them yeagas at Shorty don't get mad at me when ya a** is smacked That's all I can say when you backin that Big fine, chunky donkey back inside my lap Do the damn thing you gon' mack the mack But don't get mad at me cause I trap the rat [Chorus] [R. Prophet] It's like ThunderCat but I'm a jack, baby doll let me see your belly roll Here kitty kitty kitty, got me giddy lookin sweeter than a jelly roll This reminds me, it's so nice yeah I asked ya twice and floss so icy What ya need is if I feed ya, f** ya, try to say no that's gonna be pricy Aw naw, me pay for no poonanny not just like me I got a girl back at the crib and all the time she ride me And when I pull this hot tamale out my pants just bite me I got more rhythm than the Wings, why don't you come and ride me? [Chorus]