Petey Pablo - Vibrate (feat. Rasheeda) (clean version) lyrics

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Petey Pablo - Vibrate (feat. Rasheeda) (clean version) lyrics

C'mon Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Make that a** vibrate, make that a** vibrate Make that a** vibrate, shake that sh** till you Start an earthquake (Verse 1: Petey) I want them 3, to come up here wit me So I can put em where they 'pose to be One at the head, one in the middle And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin me Neighbors bangin on the wall cause we over here Disturbin the peace, baby be easy Rockin the bed so hard we done kicked off All tha sheets, don't worry we don't need em A couple hours in the session we done been Through bout four CDs (about four CDs) Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight, and Jodeci (They love Jodeci) By the way look think I need a couple can of energy drinks (yeah I'm gone need em) Cuz these hoes go vibratin in they coochie (Chorus 1: 2x) I like the way yo a** be vibratin... I like the way yo a** be vibratin... (Chorus 2: 2x) Make that a** vibrate, make that a** vibrate Make that a** vibrate, shake that sh** till you Start an earthquake (Verse 2: Rasheeda) Bend over and touch ya toes, blow smoke got ya hoes like you blowin dro Slide down the pole, upside down do it fast or slow Round here we professionals, get flexible, real s**ual Make a n***a wanna eat it like a vegetable When he see that a** rise like a bu*tered roll Round here we gangstered out, this ain't no titty bar We let it all hang out Break bread till the song played out, show that n***a what a real b**h bout These cats thank they pimpin like Don Juon But they all played out like the thong song Get ya money gul, show em what you really bout Rasheeda reppin fo the ladies in the south (Both Choruses) (Verse 3: Petey) I can f**, any b**h in here, lay her on the pillow Crawl up behind her and cram all of it in her Ride her a** like a bicycle, hold right there When I move you move, just like that Just as show as yo a** is fat, there's some 26 inch rims on a Cadillac Like spinners, sittin on a sixty-seven At the car show bumpin Funk Master Flex I ain't met a b**h yet (and yeah) that I couldn't have All I gotta do is tell a hoe who I am Pull up to the side and get away from them Doom, Doom, Doom (Both Choruses) (Chorus 2 - 2X)