Let It Out Lyrics - All Day - Girl Talk

Gon' head let it out 

Gon' head let it out 

Gon' head let it out 

Take it off, stretch it out, gon' head let it out 

Bounce wit me, Bounce wit me 

Ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch 

Bounce wit me, Bounce wit me 

Yeah 

Can I hit in the morning 

Without givin' you half of my dough 

And even worse if I was broke would you want me? 

If I couldn't get you finer things 

Like all of them diamond rings bitches kill FOR 

Would you still roll? 

If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand 

Would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't drivin? 

If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga 

Would you come around me or would you clown me? 

If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya 

Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya 

See yourself with a nigga workin' harder than 9 to 5 

Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or 

Do you need a balla? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? 

Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA 

If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low 

Baby girl, if this is so, 

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(x2) 

[Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU 

To these bitches from all of my niggaz 

Who don't love hoes, they get no dough 

[Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP (WOOP WOOP) 

To these niggaz from all of my bitches 

Who don't got love for niggaz without dubs? 

Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap 

Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap 

Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap 

Can I get a twerk twerk, bounce bounce, clap clap 

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Whatcha doin' girl with all that 

Up & down, up & down 

Man that booty real phat 

Runnin' round, runnin' round 

I like the way ya move that 

Man, I wanna screw that (Oooweee!) 

Knock that coochie out the park 

Hit it like a ball bat 

Fall back & squeeze on that piece 

Juices squirtin' 

You must be a stripper or a new member of the twerk team 

Bouncing that thing in them jeans got it jerkin' 

Busting out the seams in them jeans then it's workin' 

Make that thang clap 

G-string too spicy 

Down south girl gonna do the freakin' dances 

Bunch of corn bread fed 

Never scared 

Open legs 

Lady in the streets but real freak in tha bed 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk 

That ass (c'mon) 

Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk 

That ass (c'mon) 

Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk 

That ass (c'mon) 

Move that ass 

Left & right gon' work that ass 

Please tell us why, please tell us why 

You had to hide away for so long 

Where did we go wrong? 

Hey there mister blue 

We're so pleased to be with you 

Look around see what you do 

Ev'rybody smiles at you 

You won't be around next year, 

My rap's too severe, 

Kicking mad flava in ya ear, 

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear, 

Time for new flava in ya ear, 

I'm... kicking... new... flava in ya ear, 

Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear, 

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear, 

Time for new flava in ya ear, 

I'm... kicking... new... flava in ya ear, 

Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear. 

Ohh 

We pop champagne 

We pop champagne 

Hey, how we ball in the club i know u hate it 

Mami dancin' on the floor i like she naked 

When she laid up wit chu i know she fake it 

All the girls give it to me 

I aint gotta take it 

Oh 

Pop champagne 

Ohhh 

Pop champagne 

Ohh 

We pop champagne 

Ohh 

We pop champagne 

A lime to a lemon remind you of the sky when I'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute 

Admire your style and your physique 

And I ain't trying to critique but you deserve a good drink, so whats up? 

What you sippin' on? Its no problem 

Black and gold models like I'm pro-New Orleans 

But shawty I'm far from a saint but I got two A-mex's that look the same way 

Wale, D.C. that's me huh, my Prada say Prada and they Prada say Fela 

I ain't gotta tell ya they know about me huh 

Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer 

See baby I'm a leader they always from a Libra 

And I ain't trying to lead you wrong sugar I need ya 

So would you please listen to what I'm a need from ya 

Not for tonight, but for tomorrow's amnesia 

(Pretty Girls) 

(x2) 

Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap (clap) like this 

Ugly girls be quiet (quiet), pretty girls clap (clap) like this 

My nigga's like doe, like dro, 

Nitro, my flows, nice clothes like whoa! 

My posse's on Broadway. 

Like whoa 

Like whoa 

Tonight I'm a let ya be the captain 

Tonight I'm a let you do your thing, yeah 

Tonight I'm a let you Be a rider 

Giddy up 

Giddy up 

Giddy up, babe 

Tonight I'm a let it be fire 

Tonight I'm a let you take me higher 

Tonight baby we can get it on 

Yeah we can get it on 

Yeah 

Do you like it boy? 

I wa-wa-want 

What you wa-wa-want 

Give it to me baby 

Like boom, boom, boom 

What I wa-wa-want 

Is what you wa-wa-want 

Na, na, Ah, ah 

Come here 

Rude boy, boy 

Can you get it up 

Come here 

Rude boy, boy 

Is you big enough 

Take it, take it 

Baby, baby 

Take it, take it 

Love me, Love me 

Come here 

Rude boy, boy 

Can you get it up 

Come here 

Rude boy, boy 

Is you big enough 

Take it, take it 

Baby, baby 

Take it, take it 

Love me, Love me