Steady Shock Lyrics - All Day - Girl Talk

Go shorty shorty go shorty shorty go (2x) 

Excuse me little mama 

But you could say I'm on duty 

I'm lookin' for a cutie 

A real big o' ghetto booty 

I really like your kitty kat 

And if you let me touch her 

I know you're not a bluffer 

I'll take you to go see Usher 

I keep a couple hoes 

Like Santa I keep a vixen 

Got that dasher, dancer, prancer 

Dixen, comet, cupid, Donner, BLITZEN! 

I'm hotter than 100 degrees 

A lotta bread, no sesame seeds 

If I'm in yo city 

I'm signin them tig ol bitties 

I'm plottin on how I can take Cassie away from Diddy 

The girls want a Minaj 

Yeah they wetta than a Rainmen 

Usher buzz me in, 

EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND! 

All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! 

All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! 

All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! 

All the girls standing, All the, 

All the girls standing, All the, 

All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! 

All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! 

All the girls standing in the, 

All the girls standing in the line for the Bathroom! 

Cant start a fire 

(Oh yeah Oh) 

You cant start a fire (oh, oh) without a spark 

This gun's for hire 

(Oh yeah Oh) 

even if we're just dancing in the dark 

Hit her wit that flex 

Hit her wit that flex 

Hit her wit that 

Hit her wit that flex 

She go be beggin fo some more 

Hit her wit that flex 

Hit her wit that flex 

Hit her wit that 

Hit her wit that flex 

She go be beggin fo some more 

Hands on yo head while you workin' on the floor 

You know, Lil' mama choosing 

as I walk through the door 

Gucci head to toe so you know 

I'm getting chosen so watch me hit her with that flex 

She go be begging for some more 

Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck with me. Why? 

'Cause it's the 1st of the month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts 

And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rum 

From jumpin' all nights we high 

Hit up the block to where? East 99 

I get with my nigga to get me some yayo 

Double up nigga what you need? 

We got weed to get P.O.Ded 

Fiend for the green leaves 

Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low 

Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow 

If you can't get away better toss that yayo 

Keep your bankroll 

Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high 

And you better believe when it's time to grind 

I'm down for mine crime after crime 

Fin to creep to the pad cause mom's got grub on the grill 

If we got the food, you know it's the 1st of the month 

and my nigga we chills foe real 

(3X) 

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month 

To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up 

who the fuck are y'all 

who the fuck are 

who the fuck are 

who the fuck are y'all (y'all, y'all y'all) 

who the fuck are y'all 

who the fuck are 

who the fuck are 

who the fuck are y'all (y'all, y'all y'all) 

bottles on me 

long as someone drink it 

never drop the ball, fuck y'all thinking 

making sure the young money ship is never sinking 

bout to set it off in this bitch Jada Pinkett 

I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home 

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone 

I can teach you how to speak my language Rosetta stone 

I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known 

got to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n'ggas 

all I need is a fucking red jackets with some zippers 

super good smidoke a package of the swishas 

I did it over night, it couldn't happen any quicker 

y'all know them, but fuck it me either 

but point the biggest skeptic out I'll make them a believer 

It wouldn't be the first time I've done it throwing hundreds 

When I should be throwing ones bitch I run it ahh 

Who run it 

Bitch I run it 

Who run it 

Bitch I, bitch I run it 

Who run it 

Bitch I run it 

These niggaz got plenty anna, 

but they ain't got plenty guns 

I'm bustin' out of luxury cars, 

still got these hoes on the run 

I'm hearin' plenty many words, 

but ain't no actions to prove 

We can do some straight war for war, 

we can do some stickin' and movin' 

We can meet in the middle of these streets 

or in the middle of this RING 

I can pop your chest, PLASTIC glock, 

or pop your jaw diamond ring 

Please don't hate me hate the bank 

FOR STASHIN' G's that I take 

Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate 

(4X) 

These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth 

Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out 

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