Twang - Nappy Roots

What is it that you tryna hide.

Them jeans so tight you know ain’t nothin.

The way workin 'em be hurtin 'em.

You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl

No I am not your, average, country boy

I’m a savage, don’t ask if I want some more

Let you have it, there you go, girl I will grab it

Slap it, flip you, rub it down

See you — make me want it in ways I ain’t supposed to say

Wanna kiss you, in places I shouldn’t put my face

See you got my attention for real, in a major way

Ain’t no need to stop it girl, go on, keep boppin girl

What is it that you tryin to hide off in them pockets girl?

Them jeans so tight you know ain’t nothin in them pockets girl

The way you workin 'em be hurtin 'em just stop it girl

You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl

Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl)

Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl)

Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl)

Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl)

Yo, caught up in the zone bitch, what you call drunk?

Damn this mothafucker here done got crunk

Strip down, jam pack what you call skunk

It’s all up in the atmosphere, pass that blunt

Bar tender trippin off what the country boy say

Let me get another shot of Grand Marnier

And a double shot of Jack the fact

Where the hell is buffalo at with half the sack

Look at all these broads with asses fat

Knowin Goddern well what she dressin at

And when they play the right track where them yeagas at

Shorty don’t get mad at me when ya ass is smacked

That’s all I can say when you backin that

Big fine, chunky donkey back inside my lap

Do the damn thing you gon' mack the mack

But don’t get mad at me cause I trap the rat

It’s like ThunderCat but I’m a jack, baby doll let me see your belly roll

Here kitty kitty kitty, got me giddy lookin sweeter than a jelly roll

This reminds me, it’s so nice yeah I asked ya twice and floss so icy

What ya need is if I feed ya, fuck ya, try to say no that’s gonna be pricy

Aw naw, me pay for no poonanny not just like me

I got a girl back at the crib and all the time she ride me

And when I pull this hot tamale out my pants just bite me

I got more rhythm than the Wings, why don’t you come and ride me?