Give It To You Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

I know you wanna see me shake my thing 

But boy, I don't think you know 

What to do wit this thing 

So watcha gon' do? 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Well lil' mama, throw it at me, then I guarantee 

I'ma catch that thing like Chad Johnson, girl 

Might as well call your man, tell 'em you gon' be late 

You and Bow got plans 

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I ain't tryna wife 'em 

I take take 'em to the Trump Hotel and one night 'em 

Girl, you know how I do, I'm a P I mp, girl 

Betta know that I far from resent, girl 

I rock your world, girl 

Got more game than the NBA 

Hittin' all the baddest girls, shorty wanna come this way 

I'm addictive, somethin' like things to dope 

I give it to 'em one time, they come back for more 

When it's time to get down, I'm known as the best 

I'm a playboy, baby, sumthin' like Hugh Hef 

But ah, recognize game, game recognize real 

I'm sayin', baby, is you ready for me? Come on 

I know you wanna see me shake my thing 

But boy, I don't think you know 

What to do wit this thing 

So watcha gon' do? 

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Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Damn shorty, how you get that to fit in dem jeans? 

Body lookin' so good and you walk so mean 

I know exactly what to do with it, just give it to the dog 

Girl, I'll act a fool with it, I know what you need 

You need a dude like me to come over, girl 

And give you what cha need, satisfaction guaranteed 

And you ain't messin' wit a lame 

I ain't like these other *** tryna holla at you 

Girl, I ain't the same, naw 

And I don't get sprung easy 

It's gon' take more than just your goodies and weave to get Weezy 

I got the whip outside, now jump in 

I got my home boys, you can bring your friends 

I got the Benz on dubs, relationships? Naw 

Sorry girl, this ain't the flava of love 

But ah, recognize game, game recognize real 

I'm sayin', baby, is you ready for me? 

I know you wanna see me shake my thing 

But boy, I don't think you know 

What to do wit this thing 

So watcha gon' do? 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now 

Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now 

Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now 

Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now 

Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now 

Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now 

Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now 

Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now 

I know you wanna see me shake my thing 

But boy, I don't think you know 

What to do wit this thing 

So watcha gon' do? 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl 

SONGWRITERS 

JACKSON, PHILLIP LAMONT / OWENS, LASHAUN / MACK, KARRIEM / WADE, MAURICE / TALLEY, NIGEL 

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