[Intro: Chris Brown & Lil' Mama]
Shawty get loose
Walk, walk, set, set, row, row, then you
Walk, walk, set, set, row, row, then you
Walk, walk, set, set, row, row, then you
Baby, I ain't even know you can break it down like that
That, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty got loose
That, that, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty get loose
That, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty got loose
That, that, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty got loose
[Verse 1: Lil' Mama]
The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forward, heads back
Get it in Control like Janet Jack
Get it on the flo', let 'em know what's happenin'
L-I-L, you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y'all don't really want it with the young hot toddler
With a flo' so spec like techno-lotta
It's, so sick, how the clock go tick
Keep givin' y'all hits like techmatic
Uh, it's the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit, it's like mucous, gotta get rid of it
These chicks don't pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparin' me
And ain't none of y'all scarin' me
Like don't ya wish ya girl was as bad as me? Yeah
With a flow so sick like Twista's
So sweet, but could be cold like a Mistic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it?
BK, H-dub ours like a wizard
Shawty get loose
Walk, walk, set, set, row, row, then you
Walk, walk, set, set, row, row, then you
Walk, walk, set, set, row, row, then you
Baby, I ain't even know you can break it down like that
That, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty got loose
That, that, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty get loose
That, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty got loose
That, that, that, that, that, that, that, that
Shawty got loose
[Verse 1: Lil' Mama]
The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forward, heads back
Get it in Control like Janet Jack
Get it on the flo', let 'em know what's happenin'
L-I-L, you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y'all don't really want it with the young hot toddler
With a flo' so spec like techno-lotta
It's, so sick, how the clock go tick
Keep givin' y'all hits like techmatic
Uh, it's the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit, it's like mucous, gotta get rid of it
These chicks don't pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparin' me
And ain't none of y'all scarin' me
Like don't ya wish ya girl was as bad as me? Yeah
With a flow so sick like Twista's
So sweet, but could be cold like a Mistic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it?
BK, H-dub ours like a wizard
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