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J.O.D.D. Lyrics

[Trick Daddy]
We gettin dollas
(dollas,dollas,dollas,dollas)
Yours Truly,I know ya'll been
waitin' for it
And it's about time,ain't it?
What I'm a need ya'll to do
cause I got what you want
I want all the b****** to report to the dance floor
Right Now

I need a b**** to make that a** ?
Make it clap,tune it up and shake it a lil' faster
One cheek at a time,left cheek,right cheek,do it all to da beat
It's easier on ya g-string, and you can free ball
b**** and you ain't gotta wear drawers
How low can you go?
Look back at it , and make it jump like a jack rabbit
Take it down down to tha flo'
Shake ya booty break it down get low and low
work the flo' like a runway
now vogue wit it,point a n**** out and tell him come get it
boom boom skeet skeet g******
now grind on it,b**** bounce up and down on it
let him hit it from the back
put a arch in ya back and let him hit it like that

[Chorus]
Now to the beat just jump on da d***
[Khia] Don't eat,sucka suck on da c***
[TD] That's right just jump on da d***
[Khia] all night sucka suck on da c***
[TD] just jump on da d***
[Khia] sucka suck on da c***
[TD] just jump on da d***
[Khia] sucka suck on da c***
[TD] just jump on da d*** [x2]
[Khia] sucka suck on da c*** [x2]

[Khia]
Hush,Shut up don't say nothin
WhenI'm ridin in,slippin slidin in, and the more you in it the better it gets
and it's it to you how wet it get,and it's up to you how many ya get
My n**** you don't know who you f***** wit
Who you suckin up,who you love to f***
You see a b**** like me I neva stopI like to take it from the bike and ride on top
All night,all day I'll be on my way
When you call,if ya call all you to say
(Jump on the d***)
b**** do yo thang
And imma get f***** up and suck ya up
So what you think about that,you wanna give it to me?
Then baby show me what you got and give it to me cuz..
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm ma playa well know d*** layer
Talk out a b**** out her p**** don't pay her

Hey(hey) what you say? Good p**** b**** slang it this way
You don't like n***** hold you gay
Keep ya mouth open b**** and turn this way
Lemme stick somethin it you in it you like
You can spit and slob but don't b***
You like when rap hits a mic, so spit a lil somethin that a n**** like
Turn ya a** ova and tho in bike,cuz d*** and p**** they love to fight
If a notha p**** jump in it's on tonight
No child support bills,so swallow my kids ho

[Chorus]

Don't say nothin
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