J-Kwon

(feat. Eboni Eyes)
[whispering]
TrackBoyz.
[J-Kwon]
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..yeah
Come on..ay
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Call me, Im the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
Daytons on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, thats summin you can be
Keep playin wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, cause Im from the streets
In the bed, Im goin thirty at least
Show-Offs on the cap, plus her ass fat
Its so big she gon let me hit it from the back
Not knowin she a rat, she suckin on my tat
I gotta rub her, so theres nuthin wrong with that
the weed hold that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please dont hold back
Where your eyes at? lickin the Kodak
And when Im finished, then you comin its yo pack
Now..
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
I hops out the Jag, pocket full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump like she bad
Jeans fittin tight, weave fittin right
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin the Bacardi
Betta watch your man cause Im feelin kinda naughty
Im lookin to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo, time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Dont let the face fool ya, Ill give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck wit me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Gon hit the flo...gon hit the flo
Well I hops out the Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", Im a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, Ill brag
Yeah I got a grammar, some say its country
But the truth is none of yall gettin money
I tried to stay humble, but her ass rumble
Give her the ball, guaranteed she gon fumble
[Verse - Eboni Eyes]
Skin tight denim, fat ass in em
I can tell by the way he lookin at me I can pimp him
This nigga herre lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder than December
Im rockin my stilettos, box of Amerettos
Before the night is over Ima probably have to check hoes
[Hook - J-Kwon x2]
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
Show your ass, gon hit the flo
[J-Kwon (repeat until fade)]
Show your ass
[ Show Your Ass Lyrics ]