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Description
Vocals, Lyricist, Producer: Jermaine Dupri
Vocals: Quavo
Vocals: Ludacris
Recording Engineer: John Horesco IV
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer: Mike Seaberg
Assistant Recording Engineer: Jacob Richards
Assistant Recording Engineer: Chris Bhikoo
Lyricist: Quavious Keyate Marshall
Lyricist: Christopher Brian Bridges
Lyricist: Sean Michael Leonard Anderson
Lyricist: Jermaine Dupri
Lyricist: Quavious Keyate Marshall
Lyricist: Christopher Brian Bridges
Lyricist: Sean Michael Leonard Anderson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wow! Drop it down low. Make that ass, make that ass shake. Mmm. Make that ass shake.
She's a stripper, naked dancer, freaky bitch from North Atlanta. Section naked, that's just standard.
You can't get this shit on camera.
I'm going ten piece lemon pepper, with a ten piece back, they stiffer. Finna order up a double better. In the club, I fuck up the weather.
What I did? I made an investment. I done bought her a Benz, she twerk for a Birkin.
Made her clap her Chanelly, on the pole in baguettes, she making it sexy. Wow.
Lil fine shit, kissing, they lesbian. I told her, "Impress me. " Wow.
Do a split, yeah, stretch it. Show me something. Bitch pop it, get naked.
Throw something, let me bless it. Call Keisha, what lesson? Obsession, get ready.
Go viral, no panties. I ain't finished just spin it, keep dancing.
Niggas don't walk out the strip club with extras, but I'ma leave it to hand it. Know what I'm saying? Wow.
Drop it down low. Make that ass, make that ass shake. Mmm. Make that ass shake.
Wow. Drop it down low. Make that ass, make that ass shake. Mmm. Make that ass shake.
Let me shake it.
Let me shake it!
Like a tambourine, baddest that I might have ever seen.
In the numbers business, I call her my madam queen. She 'bout her cream. What's your cheese preference?
She represent green presidents.
These magic seeds, testaments, soundtrack when JD's blessing this.
Our residence, south side of Atlanta, motherfucker, we bout them chips!
And the strippers that we never give a dance in the club, they pout they pussy lips. Only for the baddest dollars, graduated magic scholars.
Quarter of a milli on my bar tab, everybody grab a bottle.
Grab a model, grab a bitch with a thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-six.
Hoes from Atlanta with the lap dance, sit the booty on me, now they slapping and grabbing tits.
Imagine this, three or four sliding out a pole and it ain't no five, hoe.
Ugly girl trying to sell pussy in the back of the club, but it ain't no vibes, hoe. Drop!
Drop it down low. Make that ass, make that ass shake. Mmm. Come on, come on.
Drop it down low. Make that ass, make that ass shake. Mmm. Come on, come on.
Get naked, throw something. Let me bless it. Call Keisha. What lesson?
Obsession, come on, get ready. Go viral. Get naked, throw something. Let me bless it. Call
Keisha. What lesson? Obsession, come on, get ready. Go viral.
Get naked, throw something. Let me bless it. Call Keisha. What lesson?
Obsession, come on, get ready. Go viral. Wow.
Listen, all men are big boys when it come to that coochie.
You get hold to the right coochie, you gonna give up the check, you gonna give up every goddamn thing. Now
I'm telling you what I know!