Too Live Crew

[Verse 1: Larry June]

Bitch why you got so much ass

Bend it over then you shake it fast

Why you stressing off who she fucking

I just broke up over a couple bands

Bust it open bitch no hands

Go ahead and do it like the tip drill

You've been shaking ass all night

Baby show me how them lips feel

Small waist but her ass fat, and she walking with that little gap

Baby how you fit that dress on ooh wee bitch god damn

[Chorus: Larry June]

I like the way she

I love the way she

God damn she

Ooh wee she

God damn

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]

Chill girl I'll break your heart

Watch your tongue she'll beat your ass

My girl really don't play that shit

You better get up on there and shake it fast

Mixalot put it on the glass

Lil flash I ain't even ask

This the one for; you to twerk it to

Me and June the new too live crew

I'm just trynna bring the dope back

Miami hurricane throwback

Herringbone for the shirt collar got the wool and pot where the stove at

Get it girl you've been hitting squats

You've been doing good now it's living up

You don't wanna get them ass shots

You don't really wanna give those dimples up

[Chorus: Larry June]

I like the way

I love the way

God damn she

Ooh wee she

God damn

[Refrain]

That knock in that truck got you hanging out the roof

See that thang from the front

Damn girl let it loose, drop it down on the floor

Hands knees dip it low, like

Look what she can do, is that your friend bring her too

[Verse 3: Larry June]

Bitch looking like grand prize caramel skin and them thick thighs

Good job nigga this knock

Left the strip club with six bottles

Bend the corner then a nigga mob

She boost clothes and a nigga rob

Fried chicken corn on the cob

She bend it over then she make it drop

Summertime me and chuck got it

Slim thick in her back pocket

God damn she got a nose on her

Sniff a brick of that Miley Cyrus

Ladidadi she just wanna party

Workaholic she just want the money

Cook bitch I'll roll something

I was doing bad she let me hold something

Bitch chose up wanna hoe for me

How you doing baby what's your phone number

Lets hit DC then tag some corners by summertime had you riding for him

[Chorus: Larry June]

I like the way she

I love the way she

God damn she ooh wee she

God damn

[Refrain]

That knock in that truck got you hanging out the roof

See that thang from the front

Damn girl let it loose, drop it down on the floor

Hands knees dip it low, like

Look what she can do, is that your friend bring her too