Lyrics Jacquees – Bout It
Text:
(Rich Gang…)
Juvenile:
Pack up yo bags we ’bout to leave girl
Before we go its only one thing Ima need girl
Cuz I do not believe you really ’bout it
Congratulations today is your graduation baby
You on vacation wit me we having relations girl
Like how that water drip down ya ass when ya shower off
I use my tongue as a drying towel to dry ya off
Headboard banging can’t nobody in the building sleep
Knew you was 100 but you feeling like a Mil to me
A Billion, a Trillion, Quadrillion dollars
Ain’t no telling what I do cuz I’m a real good
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Jacquees:
Ain’t no telling what Ima do for you
I might go and just cop the coop for you
You know I’m down to bust a move on you
An girl you know that I’ll do it for you
Baby tell me what you know about it
(Hold up what, hold up what)
You don’t know about it
(Hold up what, hold up what)
I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it
No Master P girl, but I got Cash Money
You got No Limits wit me girl
Ima take you through the N-O
I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it
He can’t do what I do for you
All that shit I do for you
His niggas they don’t even move for you
My niggas they’ll move for you
Ain’t no telling what Ima do for you
x4
All the shit that I wanna do to you
I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it
He can’t do what I do for you
(I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it)
All that shit I do for you
His niggas they don’t even move for you
My niggas they’ll move for you
Ain’t no telling what Ima do for you
I might pull up and have some shorts for you (Some shorts)
We got
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they gone take ya shoes for you (Shoes)
Girl I swear I might jump the broom for you (The Broom)
I beat that pussy down to pieces, to pieces
Girl I know I’m beastin’, we beastin’
We feastin’, feastin’ while we beastin’
I’m lazy, my baby, baby got me lazy
I’m juvie, I’m juvie, that ass in pursuit
Ima take you through the N-O
I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it
He can’t do what I do for you
(I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it)
All that shit I do for you
His niggas they don’t even move for you
My niggas they’ll move for you
Ain’t no telling what ima do for you
x4
All the shit that I wanna do to you
I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it
He can’t do what I do for you
(I think that you ’bout it, ’bout it)
All that shit I do for you
His niggas they don’t even move for you
My niggas they’ll move for you